Happy day

Born in '54; now entering my 54th year . . .
Gwen came back from an outing to a nursery last evening with a birthday present for me. I can't think of anything nicer (as a Rex Stout fan and all). The only problem will be having to give it up to a good home when we leave.
I also got a NYTimes Crossword book from the kids--stashed away since their visit at Christmas. It's a good job they did ask their Mom to hide it. After Friday (my differentiation--the biggie that determines whether I will continue with my studies), I should feel less guilt doing crosswords than I would have earlier.
Thanks to everyone who emailed for all the good wishes!