It’s been a good birthday so far.
I finished the last few hundred pages of Harry Potter 6 last night; during which I briefly looked up and realized, “Oh yeah, I guess it’s my birthday now.”
I’m… have to think about it a second… one year older than last year (if you want to know the date, go find one of the half dozen places where I registered such information when I was younger and less worried about identity theft and cyber stalkers).
I’ve had a steady flow of cards this past week, and two packages arrived yesterday. I now have homemade chocolate cookies to enjoy and have been reunited with a pair of socks I apparently left in Houston.
I received my first day-of birthday greetings around 2 a.m., electronically of course.
I spent a bit of time composing today, retroactively posting the entries I had sketched out during the week but never finished.
Now I have to head to work.
As I’ve told others, I don’t think much about working on my birthday. I’ve done it before, though this will be a first time at this paper.
At my workplace people are technically supposed to get their birthday off, but since my supervisor is on vacation this week, we thought it was a good idea to have a least one person around to design pages, especially on a Friday.
It will be hectic, but in theory I should be able to cap the evening by picking up Potter 7 and then disconnecting myself from the world for a while. I figure I’ll reconnect with the world sometime Sunday.
In the meantime, happy birthday to me.
