Birthday

For my birthday William sent Mom and I to see a movie at Gateway. We saw Baby Mama, which we both enjoyed. It was a roll call of past and present SNL cast members, including Steve Martin. He played a wacky head of a company called Round Earth, a play on Whole Foods. He said things like, "I was running barefoot when I stumbled over this shell in the Toronto airport. I want the new store to look like this shell." Meaning its essence, of course, not literally like the shell. :)

When we got home there was a surprise birthday party waiting for us. William was grilling on the new grill in the backyard. Kids were running around. The table had its extension in and a fresh tablecloth on it. The rosy one, my favorite. We ate dinner and had cake and I got some presents. Destiny sang me a song at the piano.

I'm completely off the sleep medicine now. My sleep has not been great: I usually fall asleep around twelve and then wake again between three and five. Then I fall asleep again around seven or eight. It's not ideal. It makes me question my eagerness to get off the med. I didn't think about what it would really be like to be back without a sleep aid. I guess I have to remember why I'm doing it and just deal with the sleep issues. Not sleeping in the morning might help me sleep better at night, maybe, but right now I don't have the willpower to keep awake when my body will finally let me sleep.

We're heading to the Waxahachie Creek Park tomorrow. Time for camping and the Ren Faire. The weekend after that is another Rennie-like affair: a Society for Creative Anachronism camping trip on Lord Britain's land (the former owner of Origin). I have to clean the new grill and do some laundry and pack. And remember to buy a fan.