It's that time of year again...

It’s that time of year again:  the dreaded birthday.  Actually, it’s not so bad a thing—no zeroes, no fives, little or no existential angst—and although today will be pretty run of the mill otherwise, there were a few excellent surprises.  Email and cards from friends.  A mad-crazy box of chocolates showed up at the front door; that will be dispatched in a rabid frenzy.  Lunch with the clan Kelner was awesome; they gifted me with a “Taters of the Lost Ark” Mr. Potato Head (above).  It plays the theme from “Raiders” when you push his hat and comes with “Indy smirk mouth.”  In another package, there was a spy kit.  I’m not telling what’s in the spy kit; that would be bad tradecraft.  

Errands, gym, dinner, today; more dinners (and bubbles!) on the weekend.  There may even be time for writing…  It was a good day.