It's 10:30 pm on a Tuesday night and I'm drinking red wine. Lots of red wine. It's my birthday - my 36th - and I'm not taking it well. I had a wonderful reception to it; friends, Facebook friends, co-workers and family all contacted me with well wishes. I felt so special. So many people - so many friends, said "happy birthday". It was so lovely.
And as the day passed I came home and opened the door to an empty apartment. Granted, my Sophie was there to welcome me. Lovely, happy and innocent. Always treating me like it's my birthday.
So I'm tired, but grateful that I have so many friends.
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