Today is my birthday. I’ve turned 49.
Wow, Forty-nine! I’ve gotten older, and my art has matured along the way for the better, but I still feel like that 20-year-old who’s full of stories and ideas.
I’m going to take the day off because I refuse to work on my birthday, no matter what. I’m just not going to do it. I should have at least one day where I can be selfish.
My fiancée, her daughter, and I are going to A&W for root beer floats and some good burgers. I can’t wait.
My son and his fiancée would be joining us too, but he has to work, which is a shame.
