Waking up this morning, the milliner turns to me and says, “Happy birthday, honey.” Still groggy, I make a quick calculation in my mind and think, wait, we’re not already in March, are we? Because, wow, that was a long sleep. I might be late for work. After a delay, I realise that, hey, it’s December 13.
Wow, 11 years later. I amaze myself sometimes. Top of the world, ma! Top of the world!