I get very, very cranky during my birthday. It helps when friends go out of their way to greet me. Turning 35, in particular, is something of a milestone -so much that should have been done, so much still to do, so very much that may never get done.
Then you run across ephemera like this, and you can’t help but smile. Thank you to all who took the time to greet me.
Did the poor priest ever hear of papaine?