Well, the day of my birthday was great--sold an original, hung out with friends, had a buddy drop by unexpectedly, bought books--all fabulous.
The day after, unfortunately, was not so fabulous, as my machine, which had been slowly becoming more and more cantankerous, finally was found floating belly-up in the fishbowl, and had to be taken apart several times until James found a faulty memory stick, and then have Windows re-installed. (To be fair, as James pointed out, I had last installed in 2001, and my system ought to be eligable for some kind of award for venerability.)
Today, I reinstall stuff. Since I have gotten virtually no work done this weekend due to that, I am going to spend the next week in a kind of feverish painting haze, made worse by the fact that there is NOTHING that gets the creative juices in hyper-gear like having the computer down, resulting in several painting ideas that I must, must, must paint.
Hopefully this is not going to be some kind of omen for the next year of my life. (I knew an anvil had to be headed this way...)