On the day after my birthday

It's raining so hard, I couldn't listen to my iPod because turning up the volume to drown out the rain would've also blown out my eardrums.

Does it count as my birthday if I only got to celebrate it for five hours (twenty minutes of which was spent asleep on the couch)? Do I get to take a birthday-in-lieu?

Thank you for all the birthday messages and greetings that came in yesterday. In between the hectic-ness that was, it was nice to be reminded of the relationships that are.

The prize for the earliest birthday greeting goes to my friend C in New York, who atoned for last year's sin of sending me a birthday card in October (!!) by sending another in early March this year. Last year's "Hairy Potter" card (which had a picture of exactly what you think it would have) was more amusing, though --- or it could be that I was laughing so hard at the fact that we'd been friends for eleven years and she still got my birthday wrong.

I am happy to report that the view from this side of thirty looks much the same as it did on the other side.

As a birthday present from me to the blog, I now have an image in my profile. The blurry effect was entirely deliberate --- caused by my swift! kungfu! moves! to avoid (almost!) being captured in pixels. It was taken during a Starbucks break at the Glimpses of Light opening, and the photographer --- not the husband, but G.

In the spirit of anantya's advice, I'll continue to celebrate my birthday for another two days. Hurrah!