It was my birthday a few days ago. My wife got me a few sweaters for my new “career”, my SiL sent a Trump cat toy, and I bought myself a few new CDs and the last couple of the Expanse books. Carjo made lasagna and sour cream raisin pie and late in the evening I sipped a fifteen-year-old Balvenie while chilling watching the Vikings game.
I’m kind of ambivalent about this birthday. I have now turned the big 6-0 and I feel like it. I’ve picked up a cold from the little minions on the bus and while it’s in the end stages now I’ve had a crippling headache for days and my stamina is shot. It’s been hot (drought is still here) and I feel like every morning and at the end of my route. Maybe when this cold fades I’ll be back to feeling 5-5. And I can start working out again so I feel 5-0. That would be great. Then I could have a good time.