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I hate Birthdays, not because I don't love the attention it brings, but because it reminds me that as some point, soon enough, the guillotine of my cursed genetic make up will turn on me... Oh, well, today was my Birthday, 40+ and it was...well, deliriously content and happy that I have survived this long, sort of speak.

I was woken up by my stepmom, who has never gotten a handle on changes in international time. She has an uncanny ability to wake me up at all cost at the wee hours of the night by calling my landline and my cell simmultaneously. Since just Maria and the girls were around, they took the day off and came to work with me. Amazing how entertained they are...an architect's office is the perfect daycare...
Then, I got texts wishing me a happy B-day from all over the globe, Uganda, El Salvador, Los Angeles, Italy, Sacramento, Tehachapi, Sherman Oaks, Pomona, etc. etc.

Then, after actually sitting in my living room and enjoy a cup of coffee, a few last minute changes in the schedule, we went on to work in our latest proposal which if there is a God, we should get a shot to getting the job. We have assembled the best team of architects, interior designers, engineers and consultants from every kind, the top of the gene pool at this side of the Mississipi to do the project. If there is a God... who rewards hard, sheer effort, we should get a stab to getting the job.

Thanks everyone who work so hard with me, to make this happen, Susana, Peter, Chuck, Nate, Debra, etc. . My special appreciation goes to Cliff who has given up his weekends to prepare the package, who debated with me countless times, as to which team was a good fit for the project, the client and ourselves. I am so glad Cliff, that you walked through that door several months ago and joined our team. WELCOME HOME... YOU FOUND A PLACE YOU BELONG.