Yesterday was about the quietest birthday I think I’ve had in a while. Worked all day, went out for Thai with a friend, and then went with some other friends to learn about researching family history (which I love–I’ve been doing it for many years now).
Bright spot of the day: my neighbor, who took care of my cats when I was out of town last month, brought me potted flowers, balloons, and a card. That was so nice of her! And of course, immediately the balloons became cat toys–chasing the balloon strings as they floated away from them–and the flowers were of secondary interest this morning. I think they were hungry and for some reason the bright flowers attracted them. So I brought the flowerpot to work, and it looks so lovely on my sunny windowsill.