Good morning

40th birthday today.

I don't really believe in portents.

While it is technically correct that I didn't get to sleep till 1am, I contend that it wasn't my birthday yet since I wasn't born until 4am. Or 4:21am as my mother reminded me when she rang me at 7:20am this morning. I'm not the ONLY one who thinks this is rather early to be calling someone up, surely.

But this morning, I not only had to contend with an early morning mother call, but I also belted the side of my hand against a picture frame, drawing blood there, and then cut myself shaving. And I've been having a horrid time at work since then.

No I don't belive in portents.