Happy Birthday To Me

Waiting for a table at one of our favorite places in town. The place is packed but we’ve snagged a couple of chairs in a crowded corner by the window. It’s not bad having happy hour here. The bourbon cocktail is tasty, they’ve given us a plate of fresh bread and salty butter, and the kitchen smells fabulous. 

It’s been kind of an upside down day. I think getting back from even a short trip is disorienting. It’s summer here, doubly disorienting, with bright blue skies and buds popping open. I’m used to thinking of my birthday being in the middle of winter, but there you go...wait a few more years and it might all come round again. In the meantime, go for a nice walk by the ocean!