Today, on my actual birthday, Viky had a cake for me after lunch. It had chocolate frosting, delicate sprinkles, and was really moist (prompting a discussion of how you say "moist" in Spanish--"humidecido," apparently). Viky gave me a box that she painted, and Denise, the Canadian who lives with us, knitted me face clothes out of cotton yarn:
And now, back to homework. But, there's leftover cake to look forward to.
P.S. I bought a balloon on Valentine's Day that is still enthusiastically filled with helium, and since my door is open it making its way casually around my ceiling.
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