So here I am at the end of the day, my birthday. The big Five-Oh.
Tee-hee!
I’ve settled into an “I Love Lucy” marathon, taken a bunch of wonderful calls, and made a cup of tea.
I feel like I should be ruminating on some profound lessons learned, or impart some wisdom about midlife, bla bla bla.
Not feeling it.
This is how I feel:
It’s actually pretty good. A Good time. A wonderful blessing to be loved by so many people, and spoiled by those dear to me. I’ll take it.