Two days left as a 38-year-old and I can't say I'm excited, or anything really. I am just a strange ball of numbness, masquerading as a man-shaped being that drags itself into work and gets on with it.
Philippa keeps getting messages on her phone that make her giggle and smile, and when I ask what they are, she says 'Birthday business. Keep your nose out.' So I have no idea what is being planned for this weekend, but it looks like the answer isn't 'nothing'.
I suppose I'm looking forward to it in a way, whatever it ends up being. I'm not massively enthusiastic, but then I felt that way about Christmas and that all ended up going swimmingly. I don't feel like I want to make an effort myself, but if my wife and sisters (and assorted others) are conspiring to come up with some way of celebrating, then I fully intend to throw myself into it and enjoy it as much as I can.
RC 18-1-23
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