HB to Me

I can’t sing the Beatles song quite yet, but I’m just one year short.  My birthday arrived quietly and found me sleeping in until awakened by a phone call at 9:30.  Did I ever even think I could sleep so late?

I was amazed to check my email and find it full of messages from people who use Facebook far more often than I do.  They were interspersed with greetings from people who just happen to know it is my birthday.  And there was an e-book gift from my daughter:  The Paris Wife: A Novel by Paula McLain.  A good way to start the day for sure.

Since it was so late, I figured I might as well eat brunch.  So I made the most delicious frittata -- eggs with shitake mushrooms, sweet red pepper, green onions, parsley, sour cream, and parmesan cheese.  

Tonight we will have dinner out with good friends and on Saturday a few more people will come help me blow out some candles.  But as with the recent holidays, this one is more about taking it easy than about setting off fireworks!