This Day

I had a lovely quiet birthday at home in my pajamas. I slept late, got a little sewing in, had Chinese takeout for dinner and a cannoli (on a now badly chipped plate that I painted a few years back) instead of birthday cake. 

Dave gave me many lovely presents, including a huge bag full of fabric (solid colors that he picked out himself), which I sorely needed, clearly. 

You know you're getting old when one of your best gifts is a new fangled humidifier. (I swear, middle age--ha!--so far seems to be trying to turn me into a slab of dried out jerky, but I'm fighting it by drinking about a gallon of water a day and sleeping under this thing.)

I had thought about going out for a mountain drive or up to Santa Fe for my birthday, but my sciatica (another sign you're getting old!) had other plans that didn't include hours in the car. Staying home makes it easy to alternate periods of rest with periods of light activity which will (hopefully) help things to settle down sooner. 

Gray Kitty commandeered a stack of quilts (Big Chaotic With Lots of Bones at the top of the heap) and has been napping up there for days. I took his picture because he looked so cute there with his little paws dangling off the edge.