Good things

This morning at half past six, I was awakened by my phone ringing. It was A (not the self-scalding Portland-dwelling one from the sushi post, one who lives here). ‘Can I come over right now?’ she asked.

‘Okay,’ I replied, fearing the worst. Had she had a fight with her ex-boyfriend/current housemate? Why couldn’t she just wait a few hours? And it’s my birthday. I really don’t want to deal with this right now.

I should have dwelt on the birthday thought a bit longer. But if I had, I would have not been so wonderfully surprised when four excessively-cheerful-for-so-early-in-the-morning friends bearing breakfast appeared at my door and started singing to me. French toast and muffins and juice and pineapple are an excellent way to start a birthday. And when they all left for work, I realized that it isn’t even my birthday yet in my native time zone. It’s a little strange to finish the celebration so early.

Other good things: 16 days until the first night of Eurovision. 29 days until Pirates #3 is released here (both of which I expect to be cheesy and—possibly—not worth looking forward to in such a way, but I am still excited. It’s fun to have a countdown. And my friends have already started planning our Eurovision party. We’re making T-shirts).