It’s difficult to believe I’ve been living for seventy five years, but yes, I have and today’s my birthday. Three quarters of a century is a damn long time. I’m still chugging along, overweight and with some medical issues, but most days I’m doing just fine, thanks.
No big plans for the day. Barbara will make a nice birthday meal, probably a steak, green beans, salad and dessert. It’s supposed to be sunny but only in the high 40s, so I might bag some rays on our sheltered deck, or just settle in with a brand new gift book.
Seventy five years. Yay for me.