Which means I am officially an adult.
So from here on out, I will only be doing very serious adult things. And taking very serious and dramatic adult photos of myself.
Err... I mean... not *adult* photos.
As you may know, 44 is the year the prefrontal cortex finishes developing. And then suddenly you are a grown-up and you know exactly what to do in stressful situations and how to fill out your taxes and you say things like, "Those darn kids and their music!"
I watched KPop Demon Hunters all ready to practice and shake my fist at this newfangled noise, but I forgot and found myself bobbing my head and singing along. And maybe crying a bit at the end there.
My brain just wasn't cooked enough yet, I suppose.
Okay... umm... This is embarrassing. I've just checked and apparently the brain finishes developing at 24, not 44.
According to ChatGPT I have been an adult for quite some time and I am just... "like this."
Eh, growing up is overrated.
I wish I could say this will be a happy birthday, but I am still in the midst of a pretty intense medical recovery. And it just doesn't feel great to heal sometimes. The good news is I am nearing the finish line. There's a chance in a month or two I could feel a lot better than I have in a while.
But due to a family betrayal that I am not going to speak of on my birthday, my financial circumstances are not wonderful right now. And I am not going to have the health to sort them until I finish my recovery. And certain parts of my house have decided now is the time to be in disrepair.
I just recently needed an emergency A/C repair during the least ideal day for the A/C to conk out. The house got up to 90° and I was feeling pretty sick. But it was fixed in short order and I am okay now.
(Outside, garage, kitchen, living room)
But apparently a groundhog dug a hole under my front porch and may have knocked a pipe. So I have to figure out how to get a small leak fixed now too.
I thought that little jerk was cute.
I still think he is cute, but he is going on my "cute but annoying" list right after all the squirrels that set off my security camera motion alerts at 3am.
I am so close to restoring a bit of my health and it has been a miserable 8 month process and I guess the universe decided I needed a few more obstacles before I completed my recovery.
So... if anyone would like to lend a little help along with their birthday wishes, I would appreciate it.
In any case, I got to see Katrina this morning. She Facetime'd me all the way from Greece. She is my favorite person so that was the best birthday gift I could ask for. I am always grateful for the time I get to spend with my friends. And I'm hoping if I get my health sorted, and save my house, then I can actually visit my friends in person instead of seeing them on a screen.
That will be my goal for when I turn 45.