Happy Birthday to me! In the words of Tony Richardson–I got nothin! That is OK. Because I’m as happy as a monkey in a monkey tree–Randy Newman. If you don’t know who Randy Newman is, it is probably because you never saw Toy Story.

Normally, my birthday is cold. I cannot count how many plans have been canceled because of snow (I should be about 42). This year I am at 82 degrees and 88% humidity.

Not everyone can say they spent their 52nd birthday in Sumatra. Sumatra–the armpit of biodiversity, 6th largest island in the world, and largest island in Indonesia. So I am good with being alone. Did not leave the house. I put together all the American things I could find for lunch–half a cheese sandwich, Doritos (do not taste like ours), Pringles (do not taste like ours), and a Coke Zero (does taste like ours) and ate with the cat (yep pregnant). I don’t drink Coke at home, but when you are across the world from NC a Coke is soooooooo goooooooood!