kestrel

Birthday 2022

Today is my birthday. I turned 45.

So I don't conspicuously celebrate my own birthday, just like I don't celebrate any holidays. This was very much like any other Friday, with the exception of eating a lot of cookies the previous evening and drinking a bottle of red tonight. I watched Dario Argento's "Deep Red" with the hopes of being blown away with the spectacle after the day's work. But I found it much like this bottle of wine: it's okay, but not a keeper.

This is a three-day weekend here in the 'States. Tomorrow I have some creative work to do, including finishing a draft of the rules re-write for my roll n' write game. I found an artist (an old friend of mine) to create some pieces for it, and he might be done by the end of the month. I want the text to be finished by the end of the weekend - ideally, by tomorrow. Sunday I'm attending a screening of "The Shining" and then Monday I have off from work. A visit to the old garden plot is in order for that morning, I think, and we'll see what the ground looks like after a winter season of neglect.

The only unpleasant thing I anticipate about this weekend is overeating.