Last month was my birthday, as well as my main man Bob Dylan’s. It all went by in a blur, evidenced, for example, by the fact that in my memory, my birthday cake exhibited some sort of heart and star motif, but in reality it was covered in delicious flowers (and also by the fact that I’m writing a post about my May birthday in June). I do believe I recall accurately that it was delicious, and I had a lovely time celebrating with my parents.
Thanks, mom and dad. Love you so much.
As for Bob, I hope he enjoyed his 75th. He always seemed so much older than me, and now, well, I feel like I’m catching up!