Last Day In My 50s

So tomorrow I turn 60. Six Zero, in case you can’t believe that someone so youthful looking and bon vivantish would reach that number so soon.

No, really.

Well, let’s look at the bright side here….

Now, return to reality.

Jenna has planned a dinner out with our GFD friends. (Look it up in recent posts. I can’t carry you forever!) As long as we get back by 8pm, in time for my newly scheduled nap before bed.

Really, 60.

Heard yesterday that George Will said, upon reaching 70, “Now I don’t worry about dying young.”

Sighhh.

Bruce