Now that was a forgettable, uninspiring birthday. Not that I expected much different.
Thank you, though, to everyone who commented here or emailed with your good wishes.
Swag: The Collected Poems of Kenneth Koch and Borat.
Less desirable gift:
Word that I won't be one of the candidates offered an on-campus visit to that university I interviewed with last week. Which is, bang, one more shot to the heart. I believe it was the last application I had out there, so it's time to regroup. Or give up. I'll flip a quarter.
Granted, I remain on the short list, and should the other candidates take other jobs, decline, etc., they'll be in touch. But that's a long shot among long shots.
So I don't know what I'll do.