What do you know? It’s my birthday.
I’ve no plans to do anything special for it. Nizzibet and Jaydogg have decided to help me celebrate sometime in June. Fine with me. One day is pretty much as good as any other. I certainly don’t feel any older. Or more mature.
The fun part will be seeing if Aged Mother remembers what day it is. And whether she sees the need to tell me the ’64 Alaska Earthquake Story again. Heh.