It’s my birthday. And I just realized, I’ve seriously neglected writing here. Not a surprise. Things have been… curiously slow, but still kind of crazy. I actually have some other posts drafted up, but I just haven’t published them yet. There are not many plans going on for today. We’re going to go out to lunch and I’ve requested we pick up a growler (the Beau is heavy into microbreweries, which is awesome) of this awesome apple beer. I had wanted to go somewhere else, but I didn’t realize the place was closed on Mondays.
So, I’m sitting with my hair wrapped in a towel, bathrobe on, plick plucking away at the keys. I’ve been working on some new art pieces and finishing up some more crochet projects. I have emails I need to sit and respond back too (sorry!) and beyond that, I’m being a bum. I took the whole week off which is something I’ve not done in a while. It’s actually kind of nice to have no hidden purpose in taking leave. I don’t have any obligations or any craziness or drama issues that I might have to deal with.
That is probably what is going to make my birthday the best. Enjoying a “real” vacation.