Seriously. Ever since I turned 40 last year, my birthdays have been treating me better and better.
Case in point: today was a pretty stellar birthday, with hubby taking me out to my favourite place for lunch (Union Street Cafe in Berwick, NS. If you haven't been, you don't know what you're missing. Their lunch buffets are always absolutely delicious!), Then there was the trip to my favourite store, the Gaspereau Valley Fibres where I finally got some blocking wires, and yarn. Good yarn: Fleece Artist sock or mitten kit and a skein of Seasilk. So shiny... And he even cooked supper. I'm a pasta girl, so that's what he made with some chicken and veggies. Yummy! (Even if he's not so fond of pasta himself!)
I am choosing not to count against hubby and youngest child the fact that they woke me up early to gloat over their team beating my Senators last night; they even tried to serve me coffee in a Bruins mug. This might have had something to do with the amount of cheering and gloating I was doing last night when my team was beating theirs into the second period. After that they went to bed and I alone stayed up long enough for the score to be tied. Anyway, there will be plenty more hockey games in the future... Can't win them all.
I am also choosing to be compassionate in reflecting on the fact that Thomas (my son's cat) threw up on my bed again. After two and a half days of washing comforters and sheets, it was time to call the vet. After an exam and poking around in "the evidence", the vet proclaimed that he would recover soon enough (round worms) and sent me home with a double dose of 4 pills. If I wasn't so relieved I would have cried! Thomas doesn't take kindly to anyone shoving a pill down his throat, so you can imagine what a treat it was for me to administer 4 of them! And to have to do it again in 10 days. Ah, it's done. All my fingers are accounted for and I didn't require any sutures.
All in all, a great day.
Oh yes. Yesterday marked the beginning of another NANOWRIMO. I started making character notes last night. Haven't written a word towards my count yet today. But the night is still young. Cheers.