Week by numbers.

It’s not every week we experience a penultimate day of being a certain age…  Yes, that’s my complicated way of saying tomorrow is my birthday.

36, years and…
364, days.  (Although last year was a leap year, so does that mean 36 got an extra day?  Anyway, overall, I would call 36 a win.  There was good and bad, but overall, new friends, new books, and lots of travel — I can’t ask for anything more).
37, age I’ll be as of Friday.  (Somehow 37 sounds infinitely older than 36, I’m not quite sure why).
92, pages, currently of The Queen of England #3 rough draft.
31,626, words, meaning I’m just under the halfway mark.  This is a bit concerning because I have a lot going on already and am trying to figure out how much more I can throw in the Queen’s path before the end…
1, trip I’ve now booked for Rome in May.
1, trip to the Maldives I’m hoping for in April…
1, trip to Manila for the Madrid Food Conference I’m also hoping for in April.
1, reading slump I am in.  Someone save me!
#22, restaurant in the world I am going to eat at tonight.

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