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So. Birthday.

I have had the traditional birthday scone, and some lovely leftovers for lunch, and then my young friend F. invited me along for tea with her and some other friends (it's always best to make sure that someone has the authority to do that when they're a kid and the youngest member of an already-established event and not the guest of honor, but in fact it worked out all for the best), so that's all been really good. And I've had good e-mails and lj and FB greetings and cards and packages, and a family party last night, and lo these many fine things. And very soon a chocolate raspberry malt. And I am reading about a sixteenth century heretic, and as I said on e-mail to a friend, nothing says birthday like sixteenth-century heresy. And there is a fair amount of birthdaying yet to come even aside from sixteenth-century heresy.

I am still struggling with the side-effects of this new treatment, and I'm still having a hard time talking about it, but today is good, today is quite tolerable in that regard and good in other regards, and I hope you're having a very good my birthday, too.