Happy Birthday to Me! But you knew that. I have a facebook page. :)
I had an opportunity to go to the sort-of-monthly soirees last Saturday. Due to a time change, I though I didn't have enough time to get ready. But I really did. But I didn't know. By the time I found out I really had had enough time, I no longer had enough time.
Before I thought I was in time trouble, I took a long shower and shaved everywhere. I haven't dressed since February (wow) and I was thinking "the work is done. It's all fun from here on" but, again, I thought I didn't have time to get ready.
Background: I have two less-than-perfect knees. It's not birthday-related. I damaged them long ago, doing high school gymnastics. Mostly they behave but I've had episodes where they feel neglected and manifest that in a number of nasty ways: pain with movement, or swelling, or failing to support weight. It's always unpredictable.
Saturday night, during the time I would have been at the soiree, my right knee decided to stop doing it's job. I almost fell, then I limped around the house, swinging my weight onto my left leg because if I tried to stand on my right I'd fall and probably do a bit more damage to the weak joint.
Imagine that in heels.
Thalia's still watching over me.