It is my birthday. I am thirty-two years old. I woke to
derspatchel calculating when I would be thirty-three and a third. (Sometime in February 2015.) I have a card from my parents with a midway motif, a copy of Evangeline Walton's She Walks in Darkness (Etruscan!), and from Rob a framed print of the iconic sign of Lyndell's Bakery, a meeting point between our households when I lived on Dartmouth Street; now we visit it together. It will be the first piece of art we hang in our new home. We are going to spend the afternoon at New England Aquarium and then see if we can catch the restoration of The Caine Mutiny (1954) at the Brattle. It is clear and sunny outside, bright autumn. So far, this day, so good.
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