June 1, 1973

Was the initial day of my existance. That makes me 33, or as my son said this morning "That makes you a factor,..I mean a multiple of 11." We laughed about that.

Since Eric is working today, yesterday I came home all stressed out, anxious and ready to go to the gym, but he sabotaged that by having mini-corn-dogs hot and ready when I got home, chocolate mousse, a funny card, and books wrapped in plain brown paper and pretty purple ribbon (that I still haven't opened yet) from my favorite bookstore. He said "is there anything else your birthday slave can do for you? We then watched the riveting "Brokeback Mountain." The night was too short. Sigh.

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