So yesterday was my birthday. I didn’t realize this before, but I was born on the same day as Truman Capote. When I was in high school, especially, I was a huge Capote fan, so that’s kinda cool.
I was in a fog all day because I’d stayed up too late the night before. I basically lounged around and let my kids watch as much TV as they wanted. Yoshi rented “The Devil Wears Prada,” which I love, for after dinner entertainment.
My mother-in-law made a steak dinner for me, and there was chocolate cake. (So much for the diet, huh?) And then the presents, of course. My husband gave me an electronic dictionary to replace my tattered Webster’s, which is actually in three pieces and missing C through E. Among its many features, the electronic dictionary has a test for brain age. In stage one, you have to solve math equations. In stage two, you have two minutes to memorize a list of words in hiragana (Japanese), and then you are supposed to type them in. According to the results of the test, my brain age is 55.