So because I am nothing if not overly rational, I just didn't have a birthday. I told myself I'd have a celebration in whatever month things opened up again. I honestly thought it would be August or September at the latest, but that obviously didn't work out. HOWEVER, I will be exactly nine months into my thirty-eighth year this next Monday, and the museums are open again. They're closed on Mondays but I nabbed some tickets to the National History Museum for Wednesday next week, and so the three of us are all going to play hookie and watch IMAX documentaries bout planets in deep space and look at woolly-mammoths and whatnot, and probably get some kind of cake at one of the newly opened to indoor dining delis.
All appropriately socially distanced from other groups, wearing our masks, etc. The NHM is even within a long walk of my current plac so I won't have to brave the buses. So it's a pandemic cheat day, but not too much, and by golly we need one at this point so we can go back to being responsible for a while longer. That's what I tell myself anyway.
So a very happy early un-birthday to me (to you?) to me. And the rest of you all as well.