No big deal, except yesterday I was 53. 🥳😁
Murphy is my Valentine's Day/Birthday present. The little ginger shit.
This morning, I drove over to 7/11 and grabbed a couple Pepsi. Bit of a line for gas and whatnot. Finally got to me, and I motion to the young man behind me and tell the cashier I'm paying for his, too.He asks if I'm sure. I'm like...yeah. It's my birthday; I'm feeling generous.So the cashier rings me up, and this lovely young man grabs his drink, gives me a hug, and wishes me a happy birthday.Best morning evah.
Other than that? Not doing much over here. Had some sort of mental plans that simply overstep my energy level. So. Back in the Sanctuary and working on some written loveliness and watching Murphenstine tear up his crinkles and lamp chop. 
Hope your day is fantastic!