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and not holding. not really. running right for the finish line is more like it. I don’t get crazy about age or birthdays, but for the celebration aspect of it! I love my birthday. I love that my mom and dad had me, despite their age and inexperience in life. I love that my birthday is in November, though I did not when I was young.

I just stepped out on my porch, having fed the livestock, and grabbed a cup of coffee in my koala mug and it’s here. my weather. Nippy. Fallish. Layers and scarves. I guess I took the unseasonal weather to Wisconsin and Chicago last week because we were amazed. no coats. no gloves or hats. barely long sleeves…sometimes just HOT! it was perfect.

Today, though. Today as I prepare to return to work I’m so happy to be home. I’m so happy to see my girls at the salon. I’m so happy for some sushi and George and goats tonight. I’m so happy and blessed and full of cheesy delicious goodness and love from people who not only know who I am, but accept me without a second thought. I am full. I am blessed.

Thirty nine is going to be an amazing experience. I’m ready.

Happy Tuesday Ya’ll!