Come to think of it, we could celebrate my birthday today. Nora got me Bagombo Snuff Box. (We have a Vonnegut thing.) Lissa made me sugar-free strawberry pie. (We have a sugar-free thing.)

One time when young I was on the radio on May 5, and I played the Beatles Birthday and dedicated it to Karl Marx:

You say it’s your birthday
It’s my birthday too – yeah.

Dunno why, but that has always amused me, to this day bringing a grin. I amuse myself, and believe that is a good thing.

You say it’s your birthday
Well it’s my birthday too – yeah
You say it’s your birthday
We’re gonna have a good time
I’m glad it’s your birthday
Happy birthday to you.