I turned 30 today! I feel good. My 29th year has been bizarre but infused with exceptional luck. I’ve felt more like a teenager than I have since I was one—both in the angst-ridden “get me outta here!” way and the romantic, anything-is-possible way. I’ve gained a niece, love, increased resilience and perspective. I have my health and my family’s, too. This morning I made a cake that looks like it was decorated by a drunk apprentice at a Little Italy bakery in 1958. It has three layers of pudding inside. I miss so many of you and wish I could cut it into dozens of slices at the end of a drunk dinner party to shove into your faces. Hoping I can and will someday soon. ♥️