Why, yes, I am narcissistic enough to write for a third year in a row about my birthday. I’m told this is a big one. I went to bed last night middle-aged and woke up old. I didn’t expect it to happen so fast, but here I am.
I now have the urge to go to dinner at 4 and then go home and watch Matlock.
I have the urge to go yell at someone to get off my lawn.
I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.
I have the urge to read the obits in the paper to see if I know anyone.
I begin every sentence with “back in my day”
The left turn signal on my car is always on but I’m not turning.
I have the urge to very slowly write a check to pay for my groceries.
I guess it’s all downhill from here.