Today is the big day. I turned 57 years young about 3 hours ago. Sadly, I am awake due to a combination of sinus congestion and insomnia. I don’t feel any different than yesterday, and that there is nothing special about today. Birthdays are assigned based on our system of measuring time.
I am looking forward to the day with Hal and The Stooges. I suppose that if anything does bother me, it’s that I always try my best to remember other peoples’ birthdays, and yet mine always goes unnoticed by most of them. I’m not seeking gifts, but a simple acknowledgment would be nice. I’ve gone through this enough to know that Hal will remind people so they can wish me a Happy Birthday, so that’s good enough for me.
I expect that Hal will ask me what I want for dinner. Whatever it is, we’ll pick it up and bring it home to enjoy here. There is no reason to put ourselves at risk by eating in a restaurant, no matter how clean or socially distanced they might be. I am debating between either seafood or Indian cuisine for my special meal. Whatever I decide, it must be something that Hal will also enjoy. I suspect that eliminates the Indian option.
I hope that the Inauguration goes smoothly and without incident. I don’t want my birthday marred by violence. I am glad to be rid of DumbShit Orange Nazi because he ruined my birthday four years ago.
I just hope for a happy day without any upsets. I hope that I feel better than the last few days and make good memories of this day as I turn 57 years young.