I stumbled out to the living room, and it was SPOTLESS. Rijid must have cleaned after I went to bed. He even made the coffee table all Martha Stewart and symmetrical, with the round glowy candles on either end, and a candlestick candle in the exact center. What a guy. (I've destroyed it already, of course. My cigarettes are sitting on the corner closest to the computer, completely wrecking the feng shui.)

The phone rang again. It was my dad, calling to wish me a happy birthday. I asked him if this was independent of Mom's call, or if she had hung up before he had a chance to say hi. It was completely his own idea, as he was on his way to the library. So, both my parents had the exact same idea, within ten minutes of each other. Spooky!

Then I started thinking. Two phone calls and a clean living room? 20 years ago, I would have thought that was a pretty sucky birthday. Today, though, it's made me really happy. And, of course, Rijid isn't even awake yet. There may be even more birthday madness to come.
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Paul just called. He also wanted to wish me a happy birthday. Hooray!

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