In honor of Quintus Horatius Flaccus' birthday...

I suggest at some point today you:

a) break out some good Falernian wine (Odes I.27, II.3, II.11; Satires II.4;  Epistles I.18),

b) take a walk around town until some boorish individual latches on to you (Satires, I.9),

c) take a walk in the forest until some tree almost falls on you (Odes II.13),

d) visit your city cousin - if you're a country mouse (Satires 2.6),

e) paint a human head on a horse's neck (Ars Poetica),

f) take a nice long look at the snow on Mt. Soracte (Odes I.9),

g) remember your Pyrrha (Odes I.5),

h) build a  monument more lasting than bronze - i.e. write a really good book of poems (Odes 3.30);

or finally,

i) just seize the day (Odes I.11).

"Yesterday, it was my birthday..."

...
I hung one more year on the line
I should be depressed
My life's a mess
But I'm having a good time.

... 
I don't believe what I read in the paper
They're just out to capture my dime
I ain't worrying
I ain't scurrying
I'm having a good time..."

Paul Simon, "Have a Good Time,"  
Still Crazy After All These Years (1975)




Okay, this isn't me really at all, but it is the day after my birthday.