unbirthday

My 52nd birthday started with a bang. I took the day off, imagining a soft sort of celebration at home with my dearest and Eva, instead of spending it at my desk, absent-mindedly chewing at my thumb while jobs stacked up around me. Perhaps stubbornly, I decided to keep to the routine. There is comfort in repetition, even on days that insist on being different. So Eva and I stepped out into the…