45 years, one day.

*sigh* The one person I wanted to spend my birthday with slept through it. The Professor woke up at about three in the afternoon. We went out and grabbed a bite to eat; he paid, for which I feel guilty since he doesn’t have a lot of spare cash at the moment. When we got back home, he was still feeling tired, so he went back to bed. And slept until about nine last night.

I kept myself busy, but it was a weird way to spend my birthday. I didn’t want to leave the apartment, because I was afraid he’d finally wake up and I’d miss him. I messed around on the computer, catching up on some back e-mails, I read more from the Mieville book I’ve working through, and otherwise sat around feeling sorry for myself. By the time The Prof woke up, I was starting to flag. I hadn’t started any dinner, since I didn’t know when we’d be eating, so we ran next door to the grocery, did some spot shopping, came home, ate, and I went to bed.

He did get me three CD’s I’d been wanting – a Jill Sobele, a compilation of some old Uncle Bonsai stuff, and a new Electric Bonsai CD. So I’d have to say I made out OK in the gift department (grin).

This morning, when I left for work, The Professor was wide awake and apologetic to the point of being upset. I tried to reassure him that I was OK with how things went yesterday, since there was nothing to gain and everything to lose by whining about how my day was “wasted”. The only thing I regret was not knowing he was going to spend the whole day in bed. I’d have been happy doing stuff on my own, if I’d just known I was free to do it. That is not a line of conversation that would be fruitful though, since he himself didn’t know he was going to sleep the day away. I just wish he could get his sleep schedule normalized. I strongly suspect that is never going to happen, though, and I knew full well he kept weird hours when I first took up with him.

What I didn’t do yesterday and should have was write. I’ll get back on track with that tonight, if possible.

Moonman – I guess I should have said “wedges” instead of “wedgies”, but since The Professor and I started joking about giving each other wedgies while playing Trivial Pursuit, I’ve fallen into the habit of always calling them that. I hadn’t realized how ingrained that habit had become until you called it to my attention, though.

As for the cash versus gift responses: it would seem that the tighter the budget, the more cash as a gift is appreciated. I guess I’m lucky in that I don’t have much of a financial crunch. I could afford to go out and spend the amounts that my sisters gave me. Yes, I know, I’m an ingrate. But there’s something in me that just plain likes gifts that you unwrap. It’s just more special.