Then I shoveled the driveway.
Then I went to work at 8:30. The shift manager had made me home made cup cakes (carrot); and everyone said happy birthday. I divulged the fact that I am 60. No one had any idea.
After work, I came home and rested and read a bit. Then 3 miles on the treadmill looking out the window at the scene above. It really is very pretty.
A friend sent me a link to a reddit discussion on FIRE Barista; why would anyone leave a 6 figure job and go to work as a barista. Ha! I'm happy. Also, I want to be a writer but am not ready to sit alone in my house all day every day and write. I mean, who would give me cup cakes for my birthday?
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