2.13.2026

Happy Birthday Mom!

I thought I was getting the jump on the flower delivery this year, as it's so close to VDay it's usually a chore to get anyone to accommodate the request without being extorted. As it is they got there a day early and I was at a grocery store with my phone muted as some poor guy called frantically from the Hoth-like conditions outside her house in Michigan. Thanks to Neighbor David for being home.

Also to Edward James Olmos (aka Commander Adama among other things) and to Stockard Channing (I know she's in Grease but as far as I'm concerned she's the GOAT FLOTUS) – and to Peter Gabriel, who was actually born on the same day in the same year as my mom. I don't muck around with astrology but mayhaps there's some credence to fantastically talented songwriters coming into the world in the depths of winter.

And I don't care how many times you've heard it, this song is ethereally awesome and got me through what so far was the worst time in my life. A revelation about a revelation. Apparently he's refused knighthood so I'll say thank you, sir with a small s.