At 11:36 AM, I turn 36 years old. I’m looking forward to 36—there’s no way it can be as craptastic as 35. I used to have a thing for odd numbers, well, 35 has cured me of that bias. Bring on the good stuff, even-numbered age.
Toby took the day off. And naturally, it’s like the coldest day of the year so far so I imagine we won’t be doing much of anything. Plans include: going to the gym together, because that’s what old people do. Getting some cupcakes and hopefully I’ll get to eat sushi. I love sushi. Although, eating sushi on the coldest day of the year seems rather stupid. So maybe I’ll opt for some good ol’ comfort food instead.
Anyway, thanks everyone who reached out to me after I wrote the dismal, previous post. I had had a day. But things aren’t all that bad and I’m feeling better. And I do thank you for your comments and emails. It means a great deal to me. And I will write each and every one of you. I promise.