Thursday's Child

For anyone who thought it was too subtle a reference in the previous post, I’ll come right out and say it:  today is my birthday.
Personally, I was happy to cede it to Jack in the last post.  He can have it.
Still, wishing won’t make it go away (especially when I’m without any birthday candles to blow out), so I suppose that I might as well face up to the fact that I am, indeed, one year older today.
It’s interesting that my birthday falls on a Thursday this year, as I was actually born on a Thursday.
Thinking about that fact brought to mind the old nursery rhyme about children born on the different days of the week, though all I could remember was that Monday’s child is “fair of face,” and I had no recollection as to what was said of Thursday’s.
So I Googled it and this is what I found:

Thursday’s Child has far to go

Dammit.
Still, I could be hosed like Wednesday’s child and be “full of woe,” though I’m thinking that maybe some of the woe managed to spill over to Thursday.
Naturally, though, I was deprived of being “fair of face” or “full of grace.”  Stupid greedy Monday and Tuesday.
Scott and Stacy are coming by in a while to take me out to lunch for my birthday.  Brian will be joining us, as a bit ago he beeped me on the Nextel to ask if I wanted to go to lunch.  I told him of the existing plans and invited him to join us.
I may be back with more later, but that’s it for now.