Birthday

I will be sixty-eight years old in another hour and a quarter.  Amazingly this does not fill me with joy.

I should be doing a little happy dance because I am healthy and my mind appears to be working as it always has done.  I am perhaps, more than a little vague but this not not changed markedly since adolescence.

I don't want to leave the Child of my Loins and Henny the puppy plus old grumpy Gracie Cat. I want to continue to follow our own Days of Our Lives in miniature.  I want to know what happens next..............I really want to know what happens next.

So at one minute past midnight I will be sixty-eight but not well pleased.