Yesterday, I turned 37. The last official year before I am "old."
Old man, sorry. What knight lives in that castle?
I'm 37, I'm not old.
Well, I can't just call you "Man."
You could say "Dennis."
I didn't know you were called "Dennis."
You didn't bother to find out.
I spent the day at the Ren Faire with Bosslady and Bosslady's Boyfriend. I wore bunny ears and a bunny tail and got extremely grimy and only somewhat sunburned. The other participants of the Pub Crawl sang to me at Ale Tent #4. I left my house at 8:30 in the morning and didn't get home till 9:30 at night. It was a long long day.
I spent all day today sleeping and groaning about a headache, except the bit where I took the dog to the oncologist for her 3-month checkup and chest x-ray. It was clean. She's going to the groomer tomorrow because she is absolutely filthy.
Zippy kept me company during the third and fourth naps of the day. He has no idea how to cuddle, and he doesn't sleep in the bed at night, but if I am home during the day, he likes to sleep on my lap. Trixie is very jealous of Zippy Time. She loves her cat, but is not great at sharing. Such is life.
I am taking the week off work, because I am supposed to teach 3 of the 4 enrichment camps at work and I already did both winter camps and ski week camp and it is allergy season. I have to pop in to work tomorrow, though, because I have to do a few piddly time-sensitive things like change a kiosk and email the butterfly guy and pet the rabbits and say hi to the lizard. These are parts of my job that I do not dislike. Well, maybe not the butterfly part, but I sort of accidentally became the office butterfly specialist, and with great butterfly knowledge comes great responsibility during butterfly season.
I've been on a Carl Sagan kick. I finished reading "Cosmos" a few weeks ago (it still holds up, but it's scary how many of the problems he was outlining in 1980 are still problems today), and just started "Billions and Billions" (published in 1997 and so far is about putting the brakes on climate change- sorry, Carl, we're letting you down). I am grateful that there is so much audio and video of him, because now I can hear the text in his voice in my head. Not sure what I should read next- "Demon Haunted World?" "Pale Blue Dot?" I don't really read fiction.
I'm thinking it might be time to grab the dog and the cat and try to head off to bed. Maybe tomorrow I will do something other than just sleep.