1.  Walking on a deserted beach with my dog and my husband, feeling like nothing so much as a fake couple advertising toothpaste or viagra or something.  All the scene needed was a little kid running around, chasing the seagulls and the dog.  But we’re not going to go there right now.

2.  I got a bit of writing done yesterday, and I intend to do some more today.  No cooking, since we’ll each be away this evening, so I can concentrate on loftier things than browning meat and chopping vegetables.  (About which I’m a bit disappointed, because – hey, who doesn’t like browning & chopping?)

3.  So far, socks#1 (henceforth known as tv socks) are proceeding apace.  Quite pleased with the subtle variations in the hand-dyed yarn.  Hoping they fit the intended recipient.  Hoping I can knock a few more pairs out for a few of the men on my list.

4.  Taking the dog for a walk in the neighborhood these days, is an exercise in wills.  We were warned, when we got her a year & a bit ago that her prey instinct would start to kick in at about 2 years.  Um, her birthday was last week, and I’m thinking it’s eerie how accurate that prediction was.  The dog cares passionately about squirrels.  Realize that all the squirrels she’s ever seen are behind fences, and the squirrels know that they’re safe, so they’re not even chittering at her most of the time.  But she watches them, trembling visibly with her eagerness.  And she will stay there, watching a squirrel all day if I let her.  I usually cut her off at about 10 minutes per, but it still makes her day.  Which makes mine.  Love my dopey dog.

5.  It’s my last day of being in my 30s.  Normally, this wouldn’t really freak me out.  I’m not birthday-phobic, I don’t mind the fact that I’m no longer 18.

Usually.

Tomorrow, though, I imagine I’m going to be thinking all sorts of “Oh GOD I’m old!” thoughts, coupled with the period that wouldn’t show (Hey, maybe I’m going through menopause!  Wouldn’t that be fun?) combined with the fact that here I am, not-pregnant – AGAIN – at 40.

And I’m trying really hard not to make too big a deal out of this, but really?  All I can think of that isn’t so bad?  Is that today, at least, I’m still in my 30s.

*whimper*