Happy Birthday, Me

Today is my birthday. Part of my celebration is having the day off and being alone. I intended to categorize old artwork, work on my next novel, and catch up on my reading—blogs included. That didn’t happen, though I did read a few blogs and hit the LIKE button a couple of times after I awoke from a lengthy nap.

Perhaps it’s age, but I nap more often than ever when I have a day off. I’m lethargic in winter, especially when February comes. But sleep—the kind uninterrupted during the night—has been lacking. I spent last month nursing myself from the flu and an old stomach ailment that includes a hiatal hernia and bouts with GERD, seemingly caused by a hyperactive thyroid that I’m taking medicine for. The whole affair left me awake and in pain at night, and feeling more tired than usual during the day. Azithromycin took care of the flu and maximum strength Zantac has alleviated most of my stomach ailment.

So with my stomach better maintained, I slept a few hours today, then checked my blog reader and ate a lunch guaranteed not to upset my stomach. I missed phone calls from my brother and dad while I slept, but I’ll call them tonight after my wife serves me a promised slice of birthday cake. I’m hoping for cake à la mode, but we’ll see.

The novel on my To Do list begs me to write it, so I’m hoping to tackle it during a coveted quiet day tomorrow. I promise to keep my readers and fans posted.

Meanwhile, speaking of readers, over one hundred have downloaded my last novel. But no one has reviewed it, which is perplexing. (The reviews are about the book when it was a short story.) Someone somewhere must have something to say about my novel—good or bad.

Nevertheless, I appreciate everyone who reads my books, especially the ones who have gambled on a relatively unknown author and bought my books. I hope someday more of you will send a few words my way.

Since I’m handing out gratitude, I’d like to acknowledge and thank everyone who follows me here, and to the few loyal stalwarts who like and comment on my posts, even when I’ve neglected to return the favor. Many of you were here when I started this blog four years ago, which makes me feel like we’ll be here four years from now, still reading, liking, and commenting on one another’s blogs.

Now, please excuse me. I have birthday gifts to open.