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 First of all, a big apology to everyone for confusing Norma Desmond with Nora Desmond.  Even though I love movies, to my recollection, I've only seen that famous movie one time.  

Also, today's going to be a short entry because it's my birthday.  I took the day off of work.  I made sure that my Saturday workout has been rescheduled to Monday.  And, officially, I'm not going to do very much today.  My Trainwell trainer asked if I was going to do anything celebratory.  The answer is "No." It has been my belief for decades that your birthday belongs to you, and while it is just another day to the rest of the world, you should be able to do with those 24 hours as you see fit.  

In one way, I'm surprised to be as old as I am, since, like most people, I have done some stupid shit when I was younger.  And still, I'm not surprised, either.  At one point in my 50s, I looked at myself in the mirror and realized I was only halfway there, which is why I tell people I'm going to live to be 100, maybe older.  I must be doing something right (except for that Norma Desmond screw up), because when I tell people how old I am, they are always surprised.  

So, what will I do today?  Maybe write a bit.  I like writing.  I may practice my Spanish - yes, I had it in school when I was 14.  And though I shouldn't be surprised, I am surprised at how much I remember.  There will be cake and ice cream.  Maybe a bike ride?  Maybe not.  It's my day, and I'm going to do what I want.