Today is December 9. The Day of Preparation in the Feast of My Birthday. Some years it’s been a great day of travel, of anticipation for the delights of the Tenth. Some years – this one in particular – it’s been kind of a lag day while I scramble to figure out what to do with the one day a year when I really am – and not only in my own head – the center of the universe.
This is kind of a stupid year. There have been some stupid years in my existence. Most have been pretty entertaining. I can remember most of the birthdays in the past ten years and most have been whirlwind-y, madness festivals. Just the kind I like.
But tomorrow is likely to be almost normal. Aside from some semi-restrained partying with the locals. I guess I did all the entertaining stuff already. Might have to be normal for a spell.