Last week, I asked my husband what he wanted for his birthday on April 5th.

He said, "I don't want to be 75."

"Is that all?", I asked.

"No", he pouted like a four-year-old, "I want my sister to come stay with us for a few days before and after."

I said, "That's easier than changing your age. Give her a phone call."

He left the room, turned and said, "I also want to go to the Chinese restaurant. And I want your mother to come."

"Okay", I answered, adding, "I suppose you want your favorite cake?"

Angrily, he shouted, "I CAN'T REMEMBER..." as I interrupted him, saying, "I already bought the ingredients for chocolate cake with lemon icing."

Ever so briefly, the dark cloud faded. We are in the next phase and it's exhausting.

I called the restaurant and asked for a table for ten. "No problem, miss, no problem."

Took a nap and dreamt of nothing, no problems.