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.
On My Way
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