It’s my birthday today.
As always, my birthday is National Sorry Day.
Every few years, my birthday also manages to fall on National Memorial Day. (Dear universe: I can’t help but applaud your dedication to my self-esteem.)
My parents, whom I’m currently house-sitting for, are in Japan, and their dog hasn’t been trained to say “Happy Birthday”.
And today, all day, my birthday, I’ll be at a forum entitled “Let’s Chat About Dying”. Then I’ll return home to an empty house.
(I don’t even want to talk about the explicit descriptions I had to read in the preparatory brochures for this forum.)