In four days, I will turn 23. This is particularly delightful for me because the numbers add up to five, and I’m always quite pleased at this occurrence. Really, I should be all set for a great birthday—Chester has been talking about how it’s going to be “the best birthday ever”, though I’m interested to see how he will top the receipt of a (real live) horse on my 12th birthday.
The problem this year is that my birthday is on a Monday. I wrestled for quite some time with whether or not a 23rd birthday warrants a day off of work. Then we started the particularly dreadful Project Docket Check which involves me sitting in front of a card catalog (yes, like libraries used to have) for over two hours. That settled it, and I asked for (and got) the day off.
So now I have my Monday birthday off…but as everyone here will be working or in school, and everyone else I know lives over 3 hours away, how will I fill my day? I’m imagining a day filled with adventure and magic, but the truth is that I’ll probably go for a run, do some cleaning and study. If I’m feeling crazy, I might ride my bike around and enjoy the lovely weather we’ve been having. I say, as long as there’s no Docket Check and cake is involved somewhere in the day, that sounds good to me.