Yes, that's right, I'm thirty-five today. Hard to believe, isn't it? It seems like just yesterday that thirty-five felt really old and way off in the distance. Oh wait, that was yesterday. Today, I like thirty-five. It feels solid. It's been around the block a few times and knows what's what. It's done messing around. In fact, I'm liking thirty-five so much that I plan to hang out here for the next couple of years.
Birthday plans? First, Luna, Sol, and I are off to ice skating lessons. (That has been a serious trip.) Then, lunch out with my beautiful family, husband included. We'll walk around the city, maybe take the bikes out on the path by the river. Later, there will be cake—that I didn't bake—with more beautiful people whom I love. And to finish it off, I'll pound away at my keyboard for a while, getting those words out. (That is not a clever euphemism, by the way.) I'm totally making it to 50,000 this year.
What a good day.
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