I turned the big 3-1 yesterday with a little less emotional panic compared to last year’s 3-0. It was a quiet birthday: unexpected birthday packages and cards in my mailbox from friends, birthday calls and texts from more friends and family, Mexican food consisting of fish tacos (Yum!) with a friend, dinner of homemade spaghetti and meatballs and movies at home with another friend who shares the same birth date -- just a decade apart. I guess in my “old” age, the peaceful birthdays are a lot more enjoyed. The only thing which could have made it better was is Chester had served me breakfast in bed. Oh, he was willing to share his IAMS, but again, he didn’t bring it to me in bed. In fact, he came and woke me up to feed him, and it wasn’t even his birthday. I have a spoilt cat!