This was breakfast on the 16th. Remains of a walnut brownie and a glass of cold milk while I recalled my 38th birthday the day before.
I feel a bit like I'm in no woman's land, like 38 is not significant in anyway, just a slow lurch to a decade marker. I wanted a quiet day and I only sort of got it. More later. I have more brownies to nibble on.
Wish me won't you?