I promise that I will not bore you will daily updates of me on holidays.
I know telling you how many pages I have read or written is not everyone’s cup of tea.
And I am rather a boring person as my two weeks are unplanned. Each day is going to be a surprise.
An adventure if you will of untold delights and more time spent trying to get Thomas to lose weight. There is a measure of success as he is no longer as heavy as he was….I have no scale Tember and I are basing this on how it feels when we lift him up.
I had a nap yesterday afternoon so it was around 10:30 when I finally fell asleep. 💤💤💤
A delightful sleep until 1:30; 3:15 and 4:30.
4:30 a.m. on a Saturday the first day of my holidays and my eyes pop open wide awake. As I write this it is 5:12 a.m. Loki and Thomas are playing. Running around the living room.I am enjoying coffee and…..
IT’S MY BIRTHDAY! 🎆🎆🎆🎂🎂🎂🎂
48 years ago at 8:05 p.m. or 8:35 p.m. I arrived. Not without a bit of drama. 6 days late and 18 hours of labor according to mom. I have been told more than once that by the time I did arrive with help from forceps (I had a pointed head for a bit🤣🤣🤣🤣) mom could not have cared less if a brass band had marched through the delivery room. Not all that sure it would have been a terrific idea but who wouldn’t like the thought that a band played them into this world. I was a fat little thing and a colicky one. Not an easy child. Not an easy task raising me to adulthood and setting me free on an unsuspecting metropolis.
Today I have no reflections.
Today I have no answers. (Okay it isn’t like any questions have been posed at 5:18 a.m. given that I am alone save for the cats.)
Today I do have a cake sitting in the fridge. For me. All of it.
Today I turn 48.
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