The older I get the less of a holiday my birthday becomes. I think if I am going to pivot at this speed, by the age of 95 my birthday will once again feel like a national holiday!
Roses: the paler the better.
In lieu of this year’s birthday cards, do your bit for USA a safe return to its Judeo-Christian foundation.
I have not eaten my cake. I do not bake cakes.
I breakfasted on red caviar, will have wine for lunch and lamb for dinner. A long way since ramen, but loved every noodle I ever ate.
Started the day by getting negativity out of the way: first call – Mom!
Will end the day with love and peace. Wishing you the same.