A day of food, greetings, resting, birthday cards, laughs, a little bit of sun, and other people making and bringing me food. (Said person wasn't a gorgeous toga-clad woman getting me to stretch out on a sofa, over which she hovered lowering peeled grapes into my mouth, but I can't have everything.) A day of the good.
And maybe, after that, an early night. It's going to be a long week, for a lot of good reasons.