The Day that Wouldn't Quit

Yesterday was the day that just wouldn't friggin quit.

We got up at 4:30 AM...
Something about feeling as if we lived in the Sahara Desert because it stopped raining a couple of years ago, made us think that we didn't have to replace our roof this year. Yea, sleeping with a drip on the bed is somewhat distracting.

I thought there was great promise to rising so early though! Morning sex, workout, breakfast, run to the bank, run to town and do errands, be home by noon, make calls, have cake, curd, and icing made, and be kicking back with my feet up by 2:00.
Yea...

Forty-five minutes at the bank, errands that took ridiculously long, home to make calls at precisely 1:00, you know--the moment everyone is gone to lunch. Made curd, made calls.
Ended up leaving for a completely different town for more errands and test results...Apparently, the symptoms I originally went for are still unexplained, but I do have the lumbar spine of an arthritic woman twice my age. Break out the party hats lol.
Got home at 8:30 and had cake done by 10:00. I really thought that I would have slept better last night...

But, not only is today a new day, it's my favorite day--Alpha's birthday. In fact, I am so enamored with his birthday, that I almost have him convinced that getting older is a good thing. I may have done so by pointing out that it means you're not dead, but that's just semantics, right?

We will be celebrating at home with steak tampiquena, a crab cream sauce and baked potatoes. Desert is the infamous 3 sticks of butter carrot cake with orange curd, chocolate ganache, and cream cheese icing.
I'm going to be working all that off until his birthday rolls around again...

Then Friday is our night out (said with trepidation and anticipation).

Oh yes, his birthday is my very favorite day, because even though my existence began years later, this is the date my life was born.