Michele is out of town this week, so I get to feed the animals. I’m a very popular person around 8 in the morning. The dogs greet me and run toward the backyard as I get out of the car. The cat joins them from his hiding place near the bay window, waiting for juncos to fly into the glass and knock themselves out, and he trots along with me, saying meow if I don’t pay enough attention to him. The ewes start baaing and don’t stop until I give them each their half flake of hay. Sparkle starts whinnying…
This is the only time in my lifetime that my birthday falls on Easter. The last time it was 1913, and the next time will be 2160. The only earlier Easter can fall (on the Western calendar, that is, as opposed to Orthodox) is March 22. The last time it did was 1818, and the next time is 2285. Happy Easter to me!