I turned 36 very early this morning.
My mother woke me up with the ritual singing of "Happy Birthday." I, being the lazy soul that I am, and it being 7:28 am, I did not answer the phone, merely rolled over in bed. If I don't have any pressing engagements, early morning risings are not in the game plan.
All in all, it was a great day. I can't complain, even if my self-image is that of a svelte twenty year old, and the truth is far and away from that. (Who says self-delusion isn't a good thing?)
I got some lovely gifts, spent some great time with my family, and had some great meals. Now, I'm going to go pile up on my bed and go to sleep.