Inde-fence-ably late (or is that overdue, but then that's getting into fine-points), but heartfelt wishes for a good birthday and a long shelf-life from one who was sometimes known as The Libarian Incongruous of The Library Of Digress.

I'll sing a few verses of "The Dewy Decimals Of Yarrow" in your honor, keeping the volumes down, of course.

May your dreams never be de-filed! Not even around the edges.