I smiled a lot today, as is customary on my birthday, but I think I smiled the brightest when I came home to the dinner Stef had gathered up for us tonight. She got takeout from the Outback Steakhouse and she set it out on our China and lit some candles and it was really, really nice. I’m only taking a few minutes to type this before I head back to her. She really knows how to make a day special, you know?
And that’s good because I put a lot of stock in my birthday. On a day like today, when I work a busy day at work and I have a headache and I’m a little bit tired, it takes a certain something for me to feel that my birthday turned out well. Stephanie has got it down. She knows what to do and she always manages to make it a wonderful day.
It’s not as though she didn’t have help today, though. The Sox blasted the Angels in the first game of the ALDS. It was gorgeous out, just cool enough to be comfortable, the sky brilliantly blue. I had just enough work to keep busy and pass the time and not so much that it drove me crazy. I even got an e-mail from a friend I hadn’t heard from in a long while. It was all just really nice.
I’m sorry that nice doesn’t make for good journal entries, but that’s just the way it is. To give you something to chew on, I offer you this intriguing news story, which was on the front page of the free newspaper that’s always littering the subway in Boston, the Metro. That was how I started my day, reading that story. You can understand now how any day that started off with such silliness would end well.
I’m off to enjoy the rest of my birthday.