Well, it is my birthday and I should’ve made a list of the things I wanted to do. I suppose I did make a short list and I nailed it:
- Take the day off work.
I meant to do a couple more things, but whatever. I sat on my ass and went out to lunch with a buddy from work at a place that is run by an old grade-school classmate. The only things I did today were lame, like answering all the birthday wishes I got on Facebook (which weren’t that many) and trying to undo whatever my computer is doing to scramble the music in iTunes.
But it is my birthday and it is an off year. I started out the day trying to listen to Marc Maron’s interview with Johnathan Winters and quit just in time to find out that he passed away today. Closer to home, my sister’s goofy old basenji Dede had a seizure at 4AM and had to be put to sleep early this morning. And as my mom predicted, my sister didn’t cry when my dad died, but cried when her dog died.
Hooray. One year closer to my AARP card. I suppose it beats the alternative.