It’s 1 am and the day of my birth brings the first sinus headache of the allergy season. Everything bloomed last week in the few days of warmth we’ve had and now I’m back to a sweatsuit to sleep in and stay warm. Ron took me to dinner tonight at Angelina’s – and I, as always – had the veal parmigiana and the chocolate bread pudding. He works tomorrow. We’re having the official friends dinner at Bandera on Saturday. Brigitte offered to take me to dinner tonight – and it seems the only place that I want to go is Boston Market. I’m crazy, I know.
Trying to imagine who I want to be in a year… and who I was last year. And how circumstances have changed but attitudes are slower to evolve. My throat hurts. Wah.