Hello again: I'm back from the other side of sleep

On the day of 'Mira's birth, this apartment gave to her:

A work order for the newly ever-flowing toilet (God, please don't let this cup runneth over...)

A cessation of flowing water elsewhere in the building.

And, oh darn, there were only two today. Guess I can't really put this to music after all. Over Christmas break, however, I'll recount the plumbing gifts given me by my landlords, and put it to perfectly metered song. IF I remember.

On happier notes, after my 32 waking hours, I took a 14 hour nap! I count it as real sleep, and it holds a special place in my heart. It will also hold a special place in my heart if the water turns on again in time for me to shower and go teach Em's class today. Also potentially place-holding is if the maintenance man doesn't decide to come around when I'm in the shower and then NOT come by again, leaving my toilet to flow all over the bathroom floor. Given their previous behavior, however...

On the truly happy note, today is my birthday. Thanks Mom, for enduring all the hell I must have put you through, and thanks Dad, for getting her to the hospital when I decided my big moment was near. And thanks to both for ... other things ... that led to my being :) Throughout the years, you've done a lot for me, most of which I can't remember, having been so young. But what I do remember has been stellar, and thank you. I love you both an incredibly, unmentionable amount. The words "I love you" will just have to suffice, I suppose.

Have great days, all, and behave.

Mom, Dad, I love you.

End.