Wish I could share my cake with you. I haven’t cut it yet, although my birthday was today/yesterday, or when ever Wednesday, the 25th was the day’s date. Would have needed help blowing out the candles, so there were none. Besides, I’m not celebrating until my youngest sister wakes from the deep sleep she’s in. Comas are funny things. They’re both good and not good. They can be good for the one who’s in one, yet not so good for those awake. No matter. There will time to celebrate. Oh, happy day.