I turn 30 tomorrow, and today was a weird but appropriate end to my 20s. It started with a beautiful hike, followed by a sort of crazy and annoying day at work that was punctuated with lunch with a recent friend and the sweetest card that showed the nicest effort on the part of my co-workers and interns. I worked way too late but then came home to my cats, some port, How to Get Away With Murder (sort of a blah mid-season finale until the very end, which was amazing?>), and internet / Nixon reading. My 20s have, really and truly, been so great. And all I can hope for is onward and upward from here.