I did have a nice birthday on Saturday. I was tired from driving home from Georgia the day before so I slept late. While I was still in bed, Greg gave me my present: a Kindle! I've been wanting one, and I have to say, it is really, really neat. Greg brought the laptop to me in bed, and I set up my Amazon account with my Kindle, and then connected our local library, and downloaded a couple of library books.
I ended up staying in bed until noon, playing with my new Kindle. When I finally got up, Greg and I went to Tibby's New Orleans Kitchen and had crawfish, fried green tomatoes, seafood gumbo, jambalaya, and beignets. I swear my mouth is watering right now just thinking about it.
That night we cuddled up on the couch and watched all the tv shows on our DVR that we'd missed while I was in Georgia. A friend gave me an Amazon gift certificate and I downloaded Skipping Towards Gomorrah by Dan Savage, and it was all very low-key and comfortable and nice.
And yesterday I was back at work. I was expecting a whole new sharper cloud of doom spitting teeth and raining blood, but according to the latest forecast it won't show up for a few days yet, so the same old fuzzy cloud of doom is settled back quietly but menacingly over my head.
And I am, as predicted, 46 years old.