Hey, it's my birthday! "I'm the birthday boy, I can do whatever I want." In a perfect world, perhaps that would be true. But it's 1:50am, and so for I've spent these first 110 minutes working on a redesign for one website, categorizing content for another site, and listening to a little PM Dawn. With the exception of the last item, not how I would plan my birthday morn if my time were my own.

Thanks, Julie, for the e-card! As always, first with the greeting. This is not to slight my sister Sarah and nephew Jack for a great morning birthday song. Nor Krissy's email or Tiff's voice mail or my dad's two phone calls. Thanks for remembering from a distance.