“So, how did you spend your birthday, dear?”

Well, if you’re Margie, you spent it huddled in front of your computer until, oh, 1 in the morning, catching up with some major assignments/deadlines.

We’d been scheduled to go over to Doyce’s to game around 5, and around 4 Margie said, “You’d better let Doyce know I can’t make it. But you can go, honey.”

Yeah. That would work really well.

Instead, I lent a hand, getting a sense of why data entry people aren’t paid nearly enough, offering moral and clerical support to my honey.

Which, I suppose, was a nice birthday gift, too.

More work this morning and early afternoon. Tonight, though, I have dinner reservations for just the two of us (thanks, Doyce), and we are not going to be keying in any data then. So there.