So good to be alive

Yesterday was my birthday. And it was a happy one. Painting (bookcases—my studio is so full of paintings I need to take a break but am looking forward to getting back to work next week), a walk in the woods and out to dinner with some friends in the evening where I was properly wined and dined. The evening before some neighbors, knowing I was going out last night, came over with a cake.

The only down part was that Tamar and Aaron weren’t here as they were last year. But we did our usual birthday phone calls and that almost made up for it.