Birthday Eve

28 tomorrow, and I feel it. I tweaked my back a bit while stacking at work yesterday and it was so stiff this morning I could hardly get out of bed.
Am I really (nearly) this old?

Philippa got upset and angry about her ankle tonight. Apparently it’s my fault. Obviously me spending most of last week trying to persuade her to go to the doctors and offering to drive her there is what made it a bad injury…
It’s my birthday tomorrow. She promised me it would be wonderful, memorable. If she doesn’t cheer up a bit it’s gonna be a bloody horrible day.

RC 19-1-12