Happy Birthday Wolfie! Ten years old today. That’s wild. I remember when you were born. I didn’t realize it was the day after I started blogging, that’s kind of wild. I’ll have to look back and see if I mentioned that. I remember going to the hospital and meeting you, and helping to watch Mir and Thilde.
Tonight, we went out and had sushi with you. The whole fam, me and Liz, and Jackie, too. You pulled all the plates of the conveyor (it was a revolving sushi bar place) and put the empty ones down the slot. And then we got ice cream across the street and danced to old music all together. It was a grand old time.
Work was a waiting game for me today; I knew a new project was coming, but I didn’t know quite when. Came in at the last minute, but with a nice turnaround I can do it in. In the meantime, I worked on some conference stuff. Didn’t get that far with it, but then we went to Uniqlo and got me a couple new sweaters for the conference, which is nice.
A ton to do between now and then. Sigh. I can do it, though.
Night night.