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I had really a very lovely day, except for the working part (which was no worse than usual.) It started out strong with surprise gifts from dear, thoughtful co-workers (code names J-Rock and Brando, who not only remembered my birthday but gave me gifts that I actually wanted and appreciated. I mean, really!)

My family (the ones in this country-- the older generation) took me out for surprisingly delicious barbecue and gave me beautiful and generous gifts. And I was gifted again by my goils. Generous and thoughtful gifting abound.

Best of all, I got that special "It's my birthday" feeling. I wonder if it's because it's only my third birthday ever that I didn't spend with Kirsten? (First: 7th birthday, spent in hospital overnight with mysterious, undiagnosed stomach ailment; second: Sweden, 2002.)

Anyway, the lack of Kirsten, although strange and sad, also made it somehow feel more like my day. And I got emails from long-lost baby birds and far-off waterfowl, and musical birthday traditions by phone, and it was all in all a very satisfactory way to turn only-three-years-from-30.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:04 PM | shower me with attention