my birthday was rather uneventful. mostly self realized. yet lovely. the right people made the right gestures. as did some folks I never hear from. which I think is rather nice.
i asked for things i wouldn’t normally buy for myself, and got a few of them. enough to feel an indulgence. all in all. it was a very nice day. i got myself a piece of mocha chocolate cake that had me moaning – that’s the purpose of a good piece of cake. yes? . i was gifted a volume of onions and garlic that had me decide to make myself a french onion soup. good bread, cheese and wine must accompany. I got a local cheese and bread. I wish i could do that more often. Buy from food artisans. Alas. Not on my budget.
I invited a few to share in this bday meal with me, but after the third no. I gave up. Not because folks have other plans on a week night. More so. I didn’t feel like the kerplunk of another no was very celebratory.
a few birthday wishes from here found me. thank you for that.
there was the good company of my cat.
some of you don’t really give a shit about my cat.
but that’s your problem.
she’s been a source of a lot of laughter for me
and more cuddles than i’ve known from a human in some time.
she smells good and vibrates.
i am tired.
sometimes that tired
takes me to numb.