Thank you for the birthday wishes, report on the Utrecht trip to follow tomorrow, along with all the other things I didn’t manage to get done on this very aimless day. I’m not sure where I was in the day when I realized that this is the third anniversary of my mother’s death, and that I should probably just give up on getting anything done today.
Song du jour of the day: Just to See Her, by Smokey Robinson.
Ack, what? Your Birthday? Why didn’t I know?
Happy (belated?) Birthday!
I knew there was another birthday lurking around this month somewhere. Hope it was swell.
Your mom, yeah. If I was there I would so hug you. And make you a pie.