Well, I have now completed my 74th trip around the sun. I find this to be a rather amazing thing. When I was young I was certain that I would die at the age of 50. That might have actually happened if it hadn’t been that modern medicine was there to take care of my failed gall bladder. However, luck was with me and I have been able to enjoy a whole bunch of “bonus” years. Not only that, but I am still doing good – a little stiff and sore, my balance is no longer trustworthy, and my memory seems to do a lot of things on its own. Overall I think I can now be described as “spry” – that terms seems to be reserved for those of a more advanced year (“elderly”). I certainly don’t feel elderly, nor do I feel “spry” – in fact, I feel like I did at 30 (until I actually attempt to do what I am thinking I can do).

Time is really flying by these days. It used to go by pretty fast, but now that they numbers of years left are much less than the number of years before time has definitely compressed. They days don’t seem to go so much faster, or feel much shorter – but the months and the years are certainly compressed. Perhaps this is related to my wandering memory. I find that I am more often wondering just what is going to finally fell me, and when is that going to happen. Not so much worried about when it will happen (curious of course), but worrying about the bigger question of what will lead up to that moment. Will it be quick, or will it be drawn out and painful?

Anyway, here is another year on its way and I am feeling amazingly well. I feel fit (sort of), happy (most of the time), and looking forward to good things to come. Thank you for all of you that have wished me well.