According to mom, she went into labor at 7:00 AM. However, much to her chagrin, I got all distracted, stopped to see the sights and maybe have a chat with the white rabbit along the way, and arrived at precisely 11:20 PM. This slow and steady pace has set the prescendent for everything I have ever done since. Which is why it just makes more sense to write about my birthday the day after.
For a few hours, I contemplated having a gathering of some sort. But then I came to my senses and remembered that I don't actually like organizing or socializing in groups of people for extended periods of time. Whew, that was close.
So being a man of simple pleasures, I got a haircut.
And my sweetie sent me flowers.
And because he knows I forget to eat lunch I promptly ate them.
Which may be why I have been thirty for exactly one day now and survived to tell about it.
Amazingly, it has all culminated thus far in learning something that I probably knew a long time ago but am just starting to heed: For this Tortoise it's far more satisfying and in fact essential to stop and ask Hare if he likes lemon and honey in his tea instead of winning that silly race. How about that.