I’m thirty-nine today…not quite over the hill, but I can definitely see the top from here.
For my birthday, I get to pack bags for our trip, do some more laundry, and shoehorn a few thousand words of writing into my day. I asked Buddha for a pony and a plastic rocket, but I haven’t seen hide nor hair of the UPS driver yet. On Wednesday, our house sitter arrives, and on Thursday morning, we’re heading south in the Grand Marnier (which, incidentally, will be paid off this month, which means that the statistical likelihood of a catastrophic failure increases by 1000%.)
All in all, just another busy day here at Castle Frostbite. But I tell you this: there will be cocktails tonight. And I want a cake shaped like a martini glass.