We couldn’t do any of the things that I usually like to do on my birthday – camping, kayaking, camp fire, wine, S’mores… We had just returned from a two-week vacation, and we were tired. It was good to sleep in my own bed again. But I wanted to do something fun. Damn the germy person who made me sick on the ship. I cursed myself for that one time that I didn’t use hand-sanitizer that might have prevented the world’s longest summer cold. I didn’t get my cake, but I did get Cold Stone Creamery the next night.