The Birthday Report
Cats: birthday, random thoughty-ness|It wasn’t so bad.
I dread birthdays, every year. They’re just proof of my continued insignificance in the universe.
Some are better than others.
This one was, at least, not horrible. Comfortable.
I had a few significantly gratifying phone calls and several well-wishing emails, from those very close to me as well as people I don’t know well. All were most appreciated. A few gifts were received prior to my birthday (and to these people I am most grateful for the unexpected kindnesses.)
My podling and her father took me to see a movie, and to a meal. The movie was entertaining… Called “No Reservations”, apparently a remake of a German film “Mostly Martha”. It’s a nice little story. The meal was also nice. Good food, and comfortable conversation.
The evening found me enjoying some damned good blues music and a one-man show of questionable taste. (Well, come ON… it was about a guy that worked in a porn shop! Of COURSE it was of questionable taste.)
Then another free meal, and some entertaining, low-key, ‘shoot the shit’ kind of conversation.
Oh yes, and I got more proof that my tastes DO, definitely, run to the more expensive. Comparing to something I recently discovered I liked… to something similar but more expensive… I liked the more expensive even more. (Not because of what it might have cost… since I wasn’t paying.) Black vs. Green. Green won.
So, yeah. The birthday was ok.
Just wish I could breathe deeply today. Woke up with my chest constricted for some reason. I’m not wheezing, it’s just… weird. Tight. No deep breathing.
