• Mood: relieved
• Music: Poe, "Haunted"

over the bump

Well, it's here. And it's just as weird and scary as I thought it would be. Last night, as the clock ticked towards midnight, I was wishing we were a culture that counted birthdays from conception, so all the shock and awe would have been over and done with nine months ago. (I'll have to ask Nar'eth how the Nebari handle this, laying eggs and all.) But. As I told Spooky last night, just after midnight, my twenties were unrelenting hell, and then my thirties were kind of unexpectedly wonderful (with only a few astounding dashes of hell here and there), and I am determined that this next decade will put the last to shame. All former me's will be pale shadows by comparison! And in place of a dark lord, you will have a queen! Not dark, but beautiful and terrible as the dawn! Treacherous as the sea! Stronger than the foundations of the earth! All shall love me and despair! And then, kiddos...

Wait.

Um. Nevermind.

This morning, Spooky and I cooked a ginormous breakfast: scrambled eggs with sharp chedder, bacon, porta bellas, buttermilk biscuits, sliced tomato, and cherry limeade. A birthday breakfast should be like that. Maybe it will hold me until I can get to Ben and Jerry's.

And then I opened a veritable mountain of gifts, for which I am profoundly grateful. Many people have been generous far above and beyond anything I ever expected, and I thank you all. I understand there are still incoming gifts, so I'm going to wait until all are "present" and accounted before I make my huge list of thank you's. Meanwhile, you get this photo:



So. The day stretches out before me. I think we're headed for a museum, and maybe a movie, and perhaps some very good sushi, and then...well, that's a secret.

As for yesterday, feh. But it ended well enough. We went to bed moderatey early (1 a.m.), and I read Isaac Asimov's "Nightfall" again, then fell asleep almost immediately (as I'd taken kava kava), with Dark City playing on the iBook. Spooky, who'd not taken kava, but who had, in fact, had a bunch of chocolate-covered espresso beans just before bed, read a little from one of the Harry Potter books, then sat up playing Quack-Man on my iBook until about 3:30. She's aboslutely obsessed with that game. It's the worst she's been since Trogdor had her burninating everything in sight.

Anyway. I'm off to have this birthday.