I’m not sure about going to Manhattan Tuesday though; right now it’s predicted to be mid-90s, and I really shouldn’t be out for more than maybe ten minutes when it’s over 90 or so. As it is, I’m preemptively cursing the ten-minute walk to my massage tomorrow. I need it though -- the fallout of a couple missteps on my birthday testify to the depredations of aging.

I’ll be part of the choir singing Mozart’s Requiem, starting 7pm, Oculus Plaza at the World Trade Center.

Also I may not have a voice tomorrow. I maybe belted a bit for a couple songs at Marie’s, and honestly even ‘a bit’ is not a good thing for me since my late twenties or something.

I’m not sure I’m getting any phone calls today, which makes me sad (I have gotten emails and texts though). Maybe my aunts. BGF is at the beach, my dad’s partner is traveling somewhere today, and the main person I want to hear from is my mom with the story of the day I was born, so. 

Also, I love this card my dad's partner sent. I'm putting it on my fridge.

I want to do something nice for myself in terms of food, but I can’t get what I want (fresh gnocchi, lemon tart) around here without making it, and I’m definitely too tired to do that. I suppose I could search for a place to get it? But eh, too much effort, and I also want to just be quiet before I go out. Sadly, I’m not at all in the mood for my original plan, which was sweet potato tempura (another birthday tradition from my childhood). I have to remember to eat before I go out though!