I had to provide my date of birth several times this week, and each time I thought,
"Oh, my birthday is next Tuesday! Maybe I should do something special."
The fact is, I already bought myself a birthday present months ago, and put it aside because it's for my *birthday* and it's a book, so not likely to spoil in the meantime.
Today I realized something: my birthday is not Tuesday.
My birthday is Monday. Tomorrow.
Time can really sneak up on a person.
I'll be a whole year older, one day sooner.
The up-side is, I can open my book tomorrow!
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