I woke up this morning to the smell of coffee and the sound of a coconut being slammed against a rock in the backyard for use as an ingredient in my birthday cake.
Later, my lawyer friend—whose birthday was a month ago—called to wish me well. I asked excitedly how she was enjoying being 35.
A long pause.
Then: “Am I supposed to lie to you because it’s your birthday?”
At least there will be cake.
With fresh coconut, no less.