Despite being pretty confident that the sky was falling, I managed to keep the clouds out of my head and my head out of the clouds, and I made it through the day. It was not without bumps (I had to text Mick to please bring me socks and sneakers because I was so insanely cold the only way I was going to warm up was with my feet covered and a blanket -- but don't worry, for professionalism's sake I skipped the blanket; we took a bus tour of the city than ran an hour late and the bus was probably 100 degrees), but I made it. Just like the people who reached out to me via Facebook, in person everyone was wonderfully nice. Best of all, I came home and my parents were here from NY, Mick had made me a cake, and we all went out to a birthday dinner. I started out the day crying almost all the way to work, but I made it. I did it. And I can do it again tomorrow.
As you can probably imagine, I have a LOT to tell you about.
But, it's my birthday. So I'm going to go back to my glass of wine -- oh, wait! I need to pour a glass of wine! -- put my feet back up on the coffee table, and watch Suits.
I am quite positive I will have plenty of fodder for blogging for at least a month already, and it's only been Day 1!
(Note to bloggers everywhere: if you want blog topics, get a job in a school. Before the end of your first month, you'll have enough fodder -- both good and bad -- for an entire year's worth of posts.)
Happy Birthday to me!