Happy birthday to…me. 73 times around the sun for the old guy here. Been a fun ride for the most part, and a productive one. I hope to stay on this merry-go-round for the foreseeable future.
There are days when I feel every one of those years: arthritis, sciatica, and the assorted vicissitudes of olditude. Yet there are days when I feel 37. Not sure whether those are dyslexic days or self-deluding ones, but I enjoy them when they come along.
Thanks to all of you who participate here. You’re part of the momentum that keeps this old fart going.