Birthday gift of a stinky bowl pack from a friend I haven’t seen in quite a while…
…Still not as good as the gift from my parents: we went out to a Howard Johnsons’ that we’ve been going to my whole life. We used to go every Sunday, but a few years ago just stopped. This was the first time in a year or so that we went. Felt like home again.
Oh, by the way, my birthday is actually tomorrow. Not that you folks care.
