Oh, come on. No way is it birthday time again. I'm pretty sure I turned 66 only a few
days ago, and now I'm turning 67. What the fook? Yeah, I know, getting
older is better than the alternative and all that, but the increasing speed at
which these years keep zooming past is staggering. At this rate, I'm going to
be a pile of cremains as of yesterday.
A few days back, I vaguebooked about certain hard times that were sucking out
my very soul, and while I'm not entirely free of those issues, things are better.
A lot better, for which I thank Yog. I'm going to say that my
Birthday Eve last night was the best ever. No shit! Lately, Kimberly and I have
been regularly spending Friday afternoons at nearby Hamlet Kitchen, a lovely local wine spot three minutes up the road, and so yesterday, we
made it a little birthday celebration—just the two of us, but damn, it
was nice. And tonight, we're having good friends Joe & Callie over for dinner and drinks.
Kimberly very kindly gave one of her beautiful handmade cards for my birthday, and just above, you can see it on the living room bookcase, with a wee bit of support from Gabora and Baragon. Splendid!
Her birthday is next Saturday, so we'll be celebrating that in some fashion as well. As you can see in the photo below, she's getting really, really old.
Oh, wait, that's the guy behind her. Sigh.
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| Brugger and Old Dude having a birthday eve celebration at Hamlet Kitchen |
