Sixty-One and Done

To tell the truth, 61 doesn't feel much different than 60. Some things are sagging a bit more, but I'm getting my health under greater control and I feel pretty good about the astounding years to come. Not much planned for the day, as it's overcast and dank, just popping up to the next town over for a sushi lunch then back. Exactly as I like it. Looking forward to the traditional calls from my brothers and mom too, so grateful that they're in my life. Also Robin. And Zed. And all my Facebook and real-life friends. And, of course, you. Here's to at least another couple decades of sagging.