I fell asleep writing a blog post yesterday.
Yesterday was my birthday. 36 years old.
It was a tame one, as I would expect any 36th birthday to be. I didn’t even get a cake or ice cream. But I did get to introvert. My houseguests left. The wedding party left. The Russians left. The leftovers went down my drain. The beer, wine, and liquor is put away. My house is quiet and it’s the four of us again.
Thanksgiving, a rehearsal dinner, and a wedding – done. I’m exhausted.
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