Birthdays, meh

In fiction, the loss of a parent seems to explain everything. Sometimes it’s the motivation for an entire television series. Mostly it’s just to get sympathy for an otherwise unsympathetic character.

This time of year, I’m unsympathetic for several weeks.

(CHARACTER 1 (whispered): she lost her mom when she was 19. Today’s her mom’s birthday
CHARACTER 2: Ohhh.)

So yeah, I try to keep the depressed rants to a minimum. They aren’t entertaining, and they embarrass me later. Anyway, happy birthday. You would have been 75 today.

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