I took the Monday after my birthday off to recover from the many celebrations. This was wise. It was a great day.
On Sunday I drove to Ikea and bought two more packs of clippy things for the curtain wire. Today I could take out the wibbily-wobbly and all the postcards are straight now.
I had a light treatment for the psoriasis and then it was such a nice day that I walked down to the Rose Quarter to catch the train into town so my friend could buy me a post-birthday drink. I also wrote a letter while I was waiting for the various trains to take me places.