"Millions of Michelle Happy."

September 12 was my 30th birthday, and in spite of my cold and my sore back, I had a lovely, relaxing Sunday with good friends, Becky, Bradley, and Wes. We had breakfast and discussed Proust at Figaro in Los Feliz...



...went on a splendid Sunday afternoon drive through canyons, (pretending we were somewhere besides Los Angeles,) then spent some time in the windy September-ness at Point Dume.





Then there was pizza from Mamma's, and then amazing from-scratch Becky Sroka four-layer-lemon-cake...



A good day. Now to tend to some secret belgian binding. (shhh....)

Twenty-nine laps around the sun.

September 12 was my 29th Birthday. I had a proper birthday party for the first time since I was in elementary school, and my beautiful apartment has now been properly "warmed." What a good day and night.

I made this cake, and didn't feel right about writing "happy birthday" to myself on it.

Today I have been lazy like yesterday was my birthday; I've been staying close to the couch and watching episodes of "the Prisoner" all day.

and I'm hooked.