In the morning I gave him cards from the a friend in Australia, from the kitties (Gail also had a birthday today; the little Widget is two years old now), and from me. The former I'd intercepted on her behalf so he wouldn't see it until his birthday, but she sent it early enough to be sure it got here. He guessed his two present presents (Neverwinter Nights and Warcraft III) just by the size and shape of the boxes. I have a feeling he won't guess the gifts arriving tomorrow so easily, at least not the first of them.
We had a late lunch/early dinner out at Firebird's, which is in the new South Point Mall which I may or may not have mentioned before. Then we went to Build-A-Bear (aka the most dangerous store in the world) so he could show me a new one he likes, and then to a computer game store, where he got himself Wipeout Fusion for the PS2. We drove home and lazed around some, with him playing some video games he likes. No dissertation writing occurred.
At some point we had cake and ice cream sundaes, and then he played some more while I did some odds and ends around the apartment and took care of some MUSH foo. I went for my walk as usual, though I almost only took half a walk since my body was intent on alerting me that his cake had both wheat and eggs, and it didn't much care that I had a small piece. Apparently the first three rounds were acceptable penance, since it finally calmed down. I saw the sillier of the two bunnies on rounds three through six.
Once I'm done with this and Andy's done with that he's doing I'll be giving him a massage by candlelight. Don't get too jealous; I'm not very good at it. Hopefully it'll be a nice, quiet, and unexpected way for him to end the day, though. It wasn't much, but I'm hoping that even one day completely avoiding the dissertation will make him feel better. At any rate, I want to make sure I finish before he does, so I'm cutting this short.