...or is it seventeen? I don't know. It'll get here when it gets here. Although time does seem to be speeding up at a precipitous rate ... and it's likely to just get worse as fifty comes and goes. Or at least that's what they say.
I'm quite looking forward to my birthday gift to myself, though -- my very first ever solo vacation, a few days "on the Cape" before fetching intellikid & stuff home from BU next month. Meanwhile, today I indulged in a 90 minute massage, which felt as good as a week-long vacation. Yeah, it was far more enjoyable than the procedure pictured...
Which begs the question: Why is it completely acceptable for dogs, cats, and other domesticated critters to solicit physical touch from humans, while it is generally frowned upon if we humans publicly seek out the same sort of contact from each other?