I liked being 40, numerically, it’s a nice round number. 41 feels too specific, too awkwardly over-precise. I’m thinking I’m going to be “in my 40s” for a while.
I celebrated by spending the whole day hanging out with my 4yo who was stuck at home with a stomach bug while the 8yo was out playing with friends at the park. We played Minecraft and Stardew Valley together and read about a hundred books, and then later when she was feeling better she made up a billiards variant where you fling the balls around the table by hand and every time you sink a ball you get to make up a new rule that applies to that specific ball, which comes back onto the table but is perhaps now magic in some way. Good times.
Then takeout omakase, from the really good sushi place I only order from on my birthday.
Peregrine Cross 