The high point of my birthday was while assisting the native Americans with their sweat lodge preparations; I'd like to think that they too were celebrating my birthday but now that I think about it, it may have had something to do with the summer solstice. They gave me a piece of frybread for my troubles, something that I've never tried before. There's a certain irony in getting a birthday gift from the very folks that I'm in charge of. It was appreciated.
Life is good. (Except for hay fever. That part sucks. The rest of it is pretty good, though.)
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