I am 41 years old today. I can do whatever I want for the whole day, and now that my kids are bigger, that’s really what happens. (As all the mum’s out there can attest, you can say that you’re getting a day all you like when you have little kids, but it’s not true. You get what they can spare, and not a moment more.) I’m pretty psyched, although being given a whole day is a little like being asked what I’d like for a present – I suddenly can’t think of a darned thing I need or want.
I’m starting slow. I have a cup of coffee that Joe made (I love it when other people make the coffee. It’s like a miracle to me) the Premier Crossword from yesterdays Toronto Star (I saved it) and my knitting.
I wonder what I’ll do after that?