My snowy birthday.
I was going to post something about it being my birthday, but of course my parents called and now it’s past twelve!
It continues to snow like mad here. Usually, it doesn’t at all, but we’ve had a ton, even with some accumulation. It’s more comfortable to be outside now; it’s cold enough that the water in the air has turned to snow, so it’s drier. I actually walked from the Zhongshan Park Carrefour to my house rather than be squished on the crowded bus. It was really nice.
I hadn’t thought I would do anything special tonight, because the weather was so bad I couldn’t ask people to come out (I’d thought the slushy roads might be dangerous). But instead, J and Curtis and Peggy called me and asked me out for Cantonese food. Matt M. came too and gave me a dandy Mao Zedong pen holder.
A good birthday!