It is still early morning, and I can say that being 23 is already much better for me than being 22. I actually feel content and happy this fine day.
My co-worker Jane left me with a couple of mystery packages last week, one which Stephen was to open the day before my birthday. It turned out to be a Betty Crocker Chocolate cake mix, which Stephen promptly turned into a scrumptuous snack...half gone by last night...
There were a couple of presents and cards to start the day off with (thank you--you know who you are) and Stephen and I will soon be setting off to London to see a Caryl Churchill play at LAMDA, the Edward Hopper exhibit at the Tate, and finally enjoy a nice curry dinner in the East End.
In addition to making me breakfast, Stephen has agreed to let me sign us up as members of the Canada Network, a social club for ex-pat Canadians living in the UK. We will hopfully soon meet other Canucks, and have a bit more of an interesting social calander.
Anyway, I think 23 will be a fun year.
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