Birthdays without cake

I didn’t plan this pity party. I thought I’d be curled up on the couch in Montana, writing a warm and grateful birthday reflection. Instead I’m at a Marriott in Salt Lake City after flying to Missoula, circling the fogged-out airport for an hour, then returning to Salt Lake City. Twice. That’s right, they flew us to Missoula and back twice. My birthday dinner was granola bars, mini carrots (a truly pitiful food) and Diet Coke. I checked luggage so I have no PJs, clean clothes or personal care essentials. I realize these are not real problems. I was lifted by birthday wishes throughout the day, and I’ll board another plane for attempt #3 tomorrow morning. I am fine. But I would like cake.

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