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.