Sam, Alexis, and I went to the Birmingham art fair on Sunday. Alexis complained the whole time. It was too hot for her. The beer at the restaurant was not cold enough. I didn't mind getting out, but I would have been just as happy staying home on my birthday.

I received birthday well wishes from my kids, including my unofficial fourth child, Tinkerbell, her boyfriend, my Close friends, and both new mothers. Ava was the only one who didn't reach out, which is unsurprising. There is no getting close to that girl.

I haven't spoken to Ava since we got back from Ohio. I don't think she is going away any time soon, but I am letting her do her own thing. She is not much for small talk or sharing when we are apart. I am supposed to see her next week. I will try getting her to commit to one more short trip before the end of the year. Ava doesn't mind traveling with me or the drama it creates in her own life.

Tuesday, I managed to injure my back without doing anything. It just started bothering me at work and was unbearable last night. Sadly, I don't have any exciting tales to go along with the Pain. Thankfully, Alexis hooked me up with some muscle relaxers so I can start loading the truck tonight.

I am falling apart. I made an appointment to have my left shoulder looked at today. From everything I have been told, it sounds like I will have to have surgery on it to have the front tendon re-attached. I will probably have that done closer to winter. 

Things are getting boring on the blog. I think I will dig up some archives posts before I get too busy this weekend.