I grabbed a pile of dust, and holding it up, foolishly asked for as many birthdays as the grains of dust, I forgot to ask that they be years of youth

It's that time of year again. Besides the usual lists that exist elsewhere, here's my annual "birthday wish list."

• Flowers. I'm a late convert to the strictly sentimental.
• Little Cokes. The tiny ones are more fun.

• Emerald necklace. Something like this one, from Angara.

• Peridot necklace. I love this one, from Gemologica.

• Massage package. There are several places in town. I'd like to get back in a routine of regular visits, to keep that aspect of my health and stress under control.
• A nice set of glasses. When I began my single life (2d ed.), I went with "quirky" as a design aesthetic. As I age, though, I'm moving toward wanting something a little more normal. I like these Impressions double old-fashioned glasses from Crate and Barrel.

• iPhone 7, black (not jet), 256 GB

• Queen sheet set, fine cotton, perhaps gray? Maybe something crazy, like with a pattern. Dots?
• Shop-vac. I know nothing about them, but have the feeling I'm going to need one (a lot) in the next few months!
• Ultra-fine Sharpies

• Just...all my bills paid. Or any of them, really. There's quite a variety at this point, more than enough for everyone. Way more than enough for me. Easiest route: drop me some cash through Paypal.
     Yay, birthdays!

[the title quotation is by Ovid, from Metamorphoses]