Journal, Day 1542

Saturday, 08 June 2024

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My birthday

I intended to take advantage of all of the freebies in my email for my birthday. I had codes for free coffee at Starbucks, free yogurt from Pinkberry, a free spicy chicken sandwich from McDonalds, a free pizza slice from Pizza Guy… you get the idea. Plus I got several coupons for discounts from places like Target, Sephora, and Ulta.

But when I woke up this morning, I was so comfortable and it felt so good to sleep in, I decided, “fuck it.” I stayed home. It was too much effort to go out and get stuff I didn’t need and eat food I wouldn’t eat on a normal day. I chose comfort. My birthday, my choice.

I loitered in bed and played with the birds (although Charlie decided today that I was his enemy and kept biting me), I caught up on banking after ignoring it all week. I went through all the accumulated snail mail. I dressed for optimum comfort and minimum style. I washed my face but ignored the pillow cowlick in the back of my hair. (I’m trying to grow out my buzz-cut pixie, and it has zero style right now anyway.)

My husband made reservations at Black Market Liquor Bar for oysters, deviled quail eggs, and other delectable yumminess, but when he got home from his Saturday run, I asked him if he’d be insulted if I wanted to stay in. I wasn’t feeling it. I wanted to be comfortable and watch dumb TV. He made his (in)famous cheeseburgers and we binged Supernatural. All is right in my world.

So I had an un-birthday, but it was just what I wanted. Tomorrow I will respond to all of the lovely wishes I received on social media (thank you all), but right now it’s time to tuck little birdies into bed.