Hard to explain. I'm normally not a birthday kinda girl (or rather, a birthday kind of woman, more appropo for someone of my advanced years). The whole cultural birthday party thing is not my speed.
But this year was pretty great. It involved yoga (2x) and jazzercise (1x) and chanting and a great concert and warm weather. There were several good meals. There was leisurely hanging around the house with Zippy. There was a wonderful trip to visit family. Some very funny cards. And coming Monday or Tuesday, the excitement of a new stringed instrument, the first new musical blood in my life in, oh, 20 years. Scary, huh?
Back to work Monday. I am doing some laundry tonight, watching The Station Agent via Netflix.