Thanks, everyone! And, thanks, too, for all the birthday wishes on that other site as well.

Another year older... How did I get so old? I'm blaming my mother. (And she's accepted the responsibility.) But what I REALLY want to know is how did my knees get so much older than me?!?

Tom and I ate enough at my birthday lunch (ten bucks off for my B.D.) that supper is just going to be cake...and ice cream. (And maybe whipped cream and, if I find a jar while rummaging in the fridge, a maraschino cherry...I DESERVE a maraschino cherry!)

Thanks again for all the warm birthday wishes! Wish we could throw a huge party and have all of you here in person! (And I wish I had the energy to do that in reality rather than fantasy!)

Linn