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Smol daughter celebrated her birthday while we were on vacation, but due to travel the number of celebrants was limited to myself, spouse, and her little brother, so today family friends will come over and we will have a proper family celebration with the opening of A Present and also, of course, cake. Which means that in mere moments smol daughter and I will go to the bakery of choice and pick out a cake, which is usually enjoyable, and then upon returning home there is some cold shrimp waiting in the 'fridge for us, care of spouse's earlier CostCo trip.

I have mixed feelings about being back home; my own bed and pantry are lovely, as are adorable cats very glad for our return, but the immediate rush of party planning (for daughter) and camping trip planning (for Girl Scouts) feel overwhelming even though they are all well in hand. I wish I could convince my emotions about my task list to be aligned with the actual progress on the task list.

I have not been reading enough to notice the last few days; perhaps tonight. I have so many excellent books on the go but I am having trouble settling to most of them -- they are either more challenging fiction, or fascinating but dense non-fiction. This is usually a sign I should be comfort reading but the most recent Margery Sharp I started appears to be Victorian which is not what I am looking for, and also I am oddly worried about Running Out of Perfect Books, so rather than going over the rest of the Sharp books I have from the library looking for one that suits me better I am just sulking about it. Foolish, that.

Time to go buy a cake!