On Sunday I was thirty-nine. On Monday I turned thirty-ten. Odd, I didn't feel any different, starting my 5th decade of life and all.
My dad brought three cakes into the staff lounge before school. Students had notes for me on the whiteboard--they couldn't miss the balloons my dad had brought. After school my sister picked me up and we went downtown for browsing, eating, a little drinking, and a lot of talking. I got home around 10:30.
It was a good day.