My Boscoyo carried these in his pocket or wallet from childhood. He was extremely superstitious and also a professional gambler. He swore they protected him. Before he died, he mailed them to me along with a lengthy letter. I treasure them. I hold them.
The things we carry.

Now I've moved on to chinese and this magnificent prosecco. I hope to be properly buzzed by midnight. Got to celebrate every birthday like it's your last.

I started the evening with an espresso martini and White Lotus, season two. Just a few short hours, and then it's the start of my birthday.