Happy Birthday To Me

My mother woke me eighteen minutes earlier than my birth time this morning to sing Happy Birthday as she drove to work in Houston.

I don't feel older today. Should I? My granny's eighty-two this year. She has a few ailments here and there, but usually in good spirits.

After Mother's phone call, I slept until a good friend prepared breakfast for me before heading out to brave the temperature that was anything but spring today and this evening.

It was a laidback day of walking, talking, and wondering why we've yet to secure an agent and publish book while sneering at various jackets and thumbing through the first few pages. We were not impressed. We were pea green with envy. If they could get a book published and on display, what's stopping us?

I bought No Longer At Ease by Chinua Achebe from Barnes & Noble.