Happy Birthday Rick!
It's Rick's birthday, and it's going well. He liked his presents, which he opened before we went to bed a bit after midnight. He headed off to work to finish a thing at ICT and off to DoubleFine in the city. I decided to invite friends to join us for dinner and tubbing, but decided late yesterday. Still, Fred, Malaya, Cyrus, and Athena were all up for dinner and a soak. So, I'll collect Rick from the train station and head to dinner at Buca di Beppo followed by tubbing at Watercourse Way. It's odd looking back at how close to ending things with Rick just earlier this year. I guess sometimes you have to reach a breaking point before you can start walking back from the edge. We're happier than we've ever been, settling in to home life and loving our cat. It's pretty perfect, if a lot more low-keyed than I ever expected my life to be. So here's to a picture perfect birthday for my sweetie. He's 37. And yes, he keeps saying "I'm not old! I'm thirty-seven!" It's cute.