Four months ago I replaced my car battery, but I never bothered to update the date. Having the wrong date has proven quite delightful. In the middle of July, I looked down at the clock and exclaimed - "hey, it's my birthday!" (It's really in January.) Later in the month, I was driving around with my uber-collaborator Carmen, and she asked me "Why is it my birthday?" My car was registering her birth date - although we had already celebrated it months prior.
Today I had a delightful laugh when I went to pick up my pal Ewan at the airport. It was April Fools. And what an April fools day it is. I mean, it's not even April, so of course it's a fool! That sure lightened up my recent deep mood.
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