I turned 35 on Friday. I guess that’s something I should mention. My family all send me warm thoughts, which is so nice. Other than that, the day passed pretty uneventfully. I did a lot of garage sale shopping, and then went out to dinner with Kathy, Dan and Doug.
I’m not sure what to think about being 35. What makes me most unhappy about that is that if I do want to have a child, I have to do something about it in the next two or three years, and I’m so not prepared for that, financially or relationship-wise. Part of the reason I bought the house was to accomodate that, but I’m not sure I want to have a child in this house. Or that I want to have a child, for that matter. But the idea that I might not be able to someday scares me also.