Rant #3,011: Happy Birthday!

This has been a very difficult week for me.
 
I won’t get into the granular details of exactly why it has been this way, but suffice it to say, I am absolutely beat—figuratively and literally—and due to that, I overslept a bit from yesterday night to this morning.
 
I have a lot on my mind, and maintaining my sleep throughout the night was a problem, and that is why I overslept.
 
And today was not a day to over-sleep, if that is what you want to call it.
 
I had a bit of trouble getting the computer started today—yes, this problem persists—but I did get it going after a couple of starts and restarts.
 
But more importantly, I have to cover a conference for work today, so my time to do other things—like writing up this blog entry—is extremely limited, because I have so much else to do.
 
But most importantly, I didn’t see my wife today at all, as she left the house to go to the gym, and after that will be on her way to her part-time job.
 
So between now and when she finally comes home—and I will be in the middle of this conference work I have to do—I won’t really be able to talk with her for a good part of the day, well into the afternoon or early evening.
 
That is really bad as it is, but it is really bad today, as today is her birthday.
 
Oh yes, we will have a little celebration later, as we have presents to give to her and a cake to highlight the day, so her special day won’t be forgotten.
 
But it just isn’t the same when I am just do darn busy and have so much to do.
 
And I missed her in the morning, which I really regret.
 
I did do the modern thing to contact someone—I texted her “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” just a few minutes ago—but it is just so lame to do that,
 
It is the best I could do right now,
 
We hope to further the celebration this weekend, when I take her out to dinner at a restaurant of her choice.
 
We haven’t been to too many restaurants since the pandemic came upon us, so I am hoping this will be a real treat for her, a real celebration of the special day for her.
 
As regular readers of this blog know, she is a couple of months older than me, so you can pretty much figure out how old she is with that information.
 
But you would never know that she is that age.
 
No one believes that she can possibly be that age, because she really keeps herself in very good shape.
 
My wife goes the gym at least five or six times a week, she watches what she eats, and she doesn’t do things that negatively affect one’s health.
 
There is no way that she is the age that she is, but yes, she is that age.
 
Me, I probably do look every bit of the 65 years that I am, but when we are together, you would think that I robbed her from the cradle a bit, but in reality, that isn’t the case.
 
So today, I wish her a very happy birthday, and many, many more.
 
She deserves it.
 
I hope she likes the presents my son and I got for her special day.
 
One of these presents she said she wanted, the other stuff will be a total surprise to her, and I hope she likes everything she is going to get.
 
She will be tired when she gets home—last night, she fell asleep at about 7:30 p.m., and I soon followed her at about 8:45 p.m. or so—but I am hoping that the little celebration we have planned will keep her—and me—up past those bedtimes we registered yesterday.
 
I just wish I could have seen her this morning to wish her a happy birthday, but it just wasn’t meant to be.
 
If she happens to be reading this, I will wish her “Happy Birthday!” once again, and I will tell her that I love her and I hope that she has many more happy birthdays in the future.
 
This girl from the Rockaways deserves at least that much, and this guy from South Jamaica still has to pinch himself to make sure that being married to her isn’t anything more than a dream.
 
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY WIFE, AND MANY, MANY HAPPY RETURNS!
 
Now, let me get this horror of a day over with, and let’s get to the cake and the presents ... .