42

Was not the least bit interested in celebrating, just wanted to go to bed really.  I woke up not felling well and was convinced I was either getting Shingles or had West Nile.  Every muscle in my body ached, but I had to get up and go. I went to work for a few hours, then came home and we took Emerson to a Birthday party.  Ran a few errands and came home to show the house for the 3rd time Saturday.  Then met friends for Hibachi dinner with the kids. These are the almost too pretty to be real flowers Denny and Em gave me. I was glad to have the time with them, but was also glad to melt into bed that night.  I guess that's the state of things when you are 42 years old.