I went for a birthday run. Slower than I might have run, because I took a “happy birthday” phone call along the way.I baked a skillet cookie and served it with vanilla bean ice cream and chocolate syrup.
Whenever I have to go out and do things, especially when I have to see people, or worse yet have to talk to them, and I actually do, I ask the rhetorical question, “Am I not the most socialist of all possible butterflies?” Today I was the most ice cream socialist of all possible butterflies!