Day 24,472. Still thriving, breathing, dancing, singing, drumming, running, laughing, and eating all the cheese I want. I’m blessed.
The plan for the next 24, 472? I don’t know. That’ll be Saturday, January 11, 2092. I may not be here. If not, will somebody please water my office plant? (Robert Plant)
Oh, and squeeze my grand kids.
Of all the years it’s hard to pick a favorite. Perhaps 1962. That was the year I went AWOL from preschool and took a walk to our local barber. Why?
Haircut, of course.
I was 4. I really liked haircuts.
63 years later, I still do.