Out of a 100% chance of rain forecast, we got a 70 degrees and sunny day, which was spent on the brand spanking new patio before the wind blew us inside. Both sides of my family came together and the world did not implode. I got friends and family and singing and merriment, all in my own house, and someone to clean up afterward once she can walk (our cleaning lady has a broken toe.)

I’m repeating this, because it seems there may be some value here: Out of a 100% chance of rain forecast, we got a 70 degrees and sunny day. Well, the grammar is awful, but the lesson is the same. There was a whole lot out of my control for this party (torn ankle tendons=crutches=ack!), but I let go as much as I could, and the universe, she did provide. I need to remember that.

On that note, here’s a moment of (somewhat literal) zen.

I could go on gushing for another hour or so, but I should probably refocus – I’m in class right now, pretending to watch a documentary on Sparta. To sum up? Best birthday evar.

I’m counting on the adrenaline of the awesome to carry me through to the end of the semester. I’ve finished all of my business law assignments, and should be able to take the final next week. I still have another week of Henry, two weeks of Shrew, and a final in my Shakespeare class, and another three classes + final paper in History (swords and sandals this time around.) May 9 cannot come soon enough. I have dreams of craft fairs, side jobs, and Sunday afternoon naps. Here’s hoping.