When one reaches a certain age, birthdays seem to stop being such a big deal. For one thing, some of us don't enjoy being reminded that the years are ticking past. But it is what it is, and it happens to everyone.
I had no specific plans at all for my birthday today, except that I changed my work schedule to take the day off, and Georges was able to take the morning off, too. The weather the past few days has been spectacular, and we got in the first picnic of the season yesterday at the Parc Monceau (us and a few thousand others). Today, we slept in a bit, then had a leisurely breakfast. On the spur of the moment, since Georges had some time left before he had to go to work, we went to a café nearby for a drink (since it wasn't lunchtime yet, that "drink" was fruit juice). That's where I spotted this calendar on the wall near the bar.
Late this afternoon, a meeting with an association that focuses on saving historic sites around Notre Dame; I tried NOT to do any locks business today but some things are just too important. Then, dinner after with Georges and my friend Lisa.
And that's it. A perfect birthday. Happy Me.
