This weekend we celebrated my birthday. It’s not actually my birthday yet, but next weekend will not be particularly useful in terms of celebrating anything (see also the surgery announcement). So we decided to do the birthday weekend thing a week early. We didn’t do much, really. We watched Baby Driver, which was quite good. We completed our rewatch of season 1 of Stranger Things and got about 3 episodes deep into season 2. We played a game of Munchkin Wonderland and started a massive 2v1 game of Heroscape: snakes and wolves working with elementals on offense, vs a vast legion of Romans and Cathars on defense. We ate out at a new(ish) Italian deli, which was pretty nice. And I got to sleep till noon both days and my family did all my chores for me. So, you know: can’t complain.
Disneyland on Thursday was, mercifully, not as hot as we feared. It was, however, a comedy of errors in practically every other way. We left late, and we had to get gas first. I accidentally drove to the wrong gas station—
So that was a fun time. I mean, really it was, and I’m glad we went one last time, but I can’t help but feel like fate was sort of thumbing its nose at us or something.
And now we’re on final countdown. 5 days till the pre-surgery appointment. 7 days until we find out what time the surgery will be, and if they have a room for us at the Ronald McDonald House. 8 days until surgery. Should be a fun time.