My age, that is.
I will turn 32 tomorrow. Turning 30 wasn't so bad. Turning 31 was very, very hard.
Turning 32 just might be worse.
I'm taking the day off and plan to sleep in. Then I just might lounge in bed, watch High Society with Frank Sinatra, Bing Crosby, and Grace Kelley, drink some Diet Pepsi, and have loads of dark chocolate that my office mates generously gave me.
And then I just might do a little work on my Italian novel. The characterization of my main character is going brilliantly. No, splendidly. Let's just say there are lots of -ly words involved in the process. ;-)
I apologize for not getting 'round to everyone's blogs the past few days, but work has been killer. I anticipate that I shall have time tomorrow to luxuriously troll the web instead of snatching little bites here and there at work.
Have a glorious weekend!
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