Screeeeeeeech
: cue the sound of screaming brakes :
Today I flipped the page on my calendar. Yes, I know it’s the second of May. I’m always a tad behind on such things.
And in flipping the calendar, I had a mental hundred car pileup on the heavily trafficked highway of my mind.
I have a birthday next week. No, not a major milestone, but getting *awfully* close to a milestone.
Generally I tend to get real dramatic about a birthday well in advance. Not so this year. Maybe I was subconsciously trying to forget. But nooooo! Time marches on. B*tch. Won’t let you forget.
I guess age is one of those things you can’t do anything about. One can fight about it. One can also shout in a hurricane. Neither is gonna do a lot of good. But it may make you feel better.
I suppose it all comes down to something about not going gently into that good night…with all apologies to Dylan Thomas……
Ah well, I face plant into a cake with buttercream frosting and forget my sorrows. Until the next day when I’ll lament my waistline.
For today, someone done broke the cake:
