51 on 1/5
Yes, it happened. I turned 51 years old somehow. I've never understood this phenomenon of it being rude to ask someone's age or to tell one's age. It is just a number, and it puts life experience and events into perspective. I've never been embarrassed to offer my age nor do I find it offensive if someone were to ask me. I have been here for over 50 years on this earth, in this Universe. I am a child of the 70s, a teen of the 80s, a young adult of the 90s, and so it goes.
Birthdays are not something I usually make a big deal out of. In the past, my gig has been to find lovely dive bars around St. Louis, invite lots of friends, and have a drink there for my birthday. I have found some great bars that way, and enjoy a lot of fun memories with my friends. Due to COVID, that clearly was not possible this year!
Instead, my morning began with coffee in bed and a gift from my husband -- a desk for the bed!