It was quite and featured raspberry cake, a dinner with pasta & pumpkin, and more work on the revision of my novel.

This year's unfavourable conditions apart - I've been trying to pinpoint when birthdays stopped being important to me. Maybe around the same time when years became a "short time"? My friend K. noted yesterday how we have been friends for more than 25 years now. And how that would have been unimaginable for us as kids. Well, for a four years old one year is a fourth of her life-time... and now it's just a little while.