I've been invited over to my mother's house for my birthday dinner not on my birthday. I wonder what we're having. She asked me what I wanted earlier and I told her that I hadn't given it any thought and that I'd be fine with just tossing a burrito in the oven and hanging out with my cat. My preferred birthday celebration, though, is just arranging to be out of the country somewhere nobody knows it's my birthday. That's obviously not happening this year.