So today is my Birthday. Yep – 57 years old. Time sure does fly. I remember when I was in my twenties, 57 seemed so old. Like nursing home old. Like where is my walker old. And here I find myself at 57, not in a nursing home and not needing a walker, although some days it would be nice to have one. I made a vow when I turned 40 that I would never work on my birthday so today I am home trying really hard not to do anything housework related. Of course, all the little things that need to be done on a daily basis are calling out to me. I am trying really hard to ignore the dog hair tumbleweed in my hallway or the toothpaste splashes on my bathroom mirrors. Seeing as it is too early for wine, I have had to fight the urge to sweep up the dog hair or dust or do laundry or clean the bathrooms or any of those other jobs that are calling me. Believe me this is not an easy task. I got up this morning and while having coffee surfed the net, read up on emails, then proceeded to try and think up some things I can do. I went out to check the garden and tried to pull some carrots but decided that this was way too much exertion for me on my birthday so I stopped. I checked the time – still too early for wine. I think perhaps this afternoon might be spent reading outside, or maybe go for a walk. Anyways, that will be my day. The only thing that keeps me going is that I will eventually be able to have that glass of wine and only then will I be able to sit and put my feet up and toast my 57 years on this earth with my best friend.