Today was my mother's birthday. My entire family assembled and made her brunch and gave her presents and then in the afternoon I went to rehearsal and I met up with my parents again in the evening to watch the documentary Apollo 11 (2019), which I hope to write about. I am flat tired and my throat is still trying to secede from the rest of my body, but I had enough voice to sing with and my family is important to me and also it was fun. My father made a yellow cake with layers of homemade strawberry and blueberry jam and chocolate meringue and whipped cream. My mother was very happy with the movie I gave her and the birthday card decorated with cats. My niece helped her unwrap her presents because tearing paper is the best. I am now going to collapse and maybe not move for a day. That is okay.