As Is Tradition for the First of June

The first day of June marks the birthday of my super-sarcastic sister, and the brief interval when she and I were the 'same' age. When we were young, we both became insufferable for a couple of weeks, until my birthday rolled around. Sure, it was stupid, and we were impossible to be around, but the whole family just kinda gritted their teeth and dealt with us until we stopped being jerks.

This year has been quite the adventure for my sister and her husband, who are both bona-fide rocket scientists. They both started new jobs (my brother-in-law with a startup), which necessitated a move from the Washington D.C. suburbs to the Bay Area. Of course, the COVID-19 outbreak hit soon after they established their foothold in Gullyvornya, but there's really no respite from the pandemic anywhere.

One running joke among my circle of friends is that birthdays just don't happen in 2020, that we will 'sync up' when the world returns to some semblance of normality. The reality, though, is that time marches on, at least online, so here's to my sister, who isn't so impossible to be around now that she (and I) have mellowed with age. Happy birthday!