My birthday was excellent. I slept in, and was woken to Mona stomping into my room yelling, “Happy Birthday Daddy”, and Isabel bringing in a bunch of balloons. Yatsze followed with the Sunday Times, the Boston Glob, and a large mocha. There is no better way to wake up.

A day spent with the kids, dinner at a local sushi place, didn’t rush around or otherwise do too much.

But today, wow, I come into work and a cow orker, Todd, comes up to me to wish me a Happy Birthday. Apparently mention of my birthday on this page was enough to inspire his wife Sheila to make some pies, a chocolate chip cookie pie, and a sort of chocalate fudge pie. What an unexpected, completely wonderful thing. I haven’t even met Sheila, and she goes and makes pies for my birthday. Thanks so much, Sheila. What a great start to my week.

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