Today is my 60th birthday. It's kind of scary: I'm within four years of the age my father died. On the other hand, I'm almost 22 years less than the age my mother went. I hope I'm as lucky as she was, but who knows?
I am glad I'm no longer a 50-something. That really got kind of boring a couple of years ago. I don't feel old mentally, but my body keeps reminding me I am. And my memory isn't what it used to be.
So, happy birthday to me, I guess.
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