So… I woke up this morning another year older, as such things are measured. Not thrilled to be reaching such a high number, but as wise people have noted, it sure beats the alternative.
To help me celebrate, my spouse and daughter bestowed upon me a number of gifts that shows they do, in fact, understand me:
- Single malt scotch from Skye
- A package of edibles (“the relaxing kind, not the take-a-trip kind”)
- A bit of pottery: a Felis domesticus fighting off a band of garden gnomes
- An open gift certificate to acquire something fun from the Dealer Room at Worldcon next month
Tonight will feature Indian takeout and something with dangerous levels of chocolate.
For my part, I acknowledged the event by getting a deep-tissue massage, a chiropractic adjustment, and braces. Yup. Braces. I’ve never liked my smile and hide it in most photographs. (There were also some long-term issues with my front teeth that will be addressed at the same time.)
By the way, when you see this well-known brand:
it’s important to note they don’t mention the appliances need anchor points, so that procedure makes you feel like this:
I also participated in DayJob today because I wasn’t brave enough to call in sick. Yeah, bad choice.
This year also marks the 20th anniversary of paying a mortgage. That fun won’t end anytime soon, although we’re accelerating our payments to try to put a stake in it ahead of schedule.
And it’s been 10 years since I was accepted to Viable Paradise (which took place in Oct 2012!). More thoughts on that later.
Now I must return to planning meetings. A heartfelt thank you/tusen tack to You Who Read the Blog.
You’re the best.
