What a weird and slightly wonderful birthday. Aside from watching the bizarre spectacle live from the Correspondent’s Dinner, I spent the day recuperating from a diagnosis of pneumonia. But several really nice things happened yesterday. Friends called and texted Happy Birthday wishes. My sister called and sang Happy Birthday. My mom is doing well. Leslie gifted me the most amazing pewter stemmed martini glasses from the Commander’s Palace collection (to go with the CP chop plates my sister gave me earlier this year!) One especially nice friend delivered orange roses, champagne, wine and chocolates to my door. My friend Penny from England called to assure me we would see each other for New Year’s in Jamaica. I have spent two days in bed working on my Charlotte Chan mystery novel. And now that it’s Sunday afternoon, I think I feel well enough to go to Dorignac’s and pick up something for supper. Josephine is healing rapidly and there is peace in my house and in my heart. Happy birthday, me.
