Who knows where the time goes?

Yes, I'm well aware that's Sandy Denny's most well-known and well-beloved song, but when you reach your 60th birthday, it seems quite appropriate.

What can I say?  Did I ever envision this - getting to this plateau in life?  Not sure - especially in light of the health issues of the last two years.  I remain vigilantly optimistic that the procedure in October has given me a positive extension and will hopefully stave off any major issues, so that's one thing to consider.  And I've been rebooting and starting to exercise again and mold my dietary intake very differently.  

I don't know if there's anything spectacular about this particular milestone birthday, but I do know I feel different.  What that difference is right now, I don't know.  But I'll let you know when I figure it out.

Reset and go...

And so the New Year begins and waking up to horrible news was not how I envisioned things to kick off 2025.  This New Orleans terrorist attack is not shocking, but it's beyond proper description and has clouded the day.

On the whole, last night - which has now become anti-climactic, when you don't drink, go out or party - was wonderfully calm, relaxing and quiet.  A light meal, some decent T.V. and a few texts and phone calls were just right.  The only minor drawback was I couldn't sleep - and somehow found myself watching a mini-marathon of old "Behind The Music" episodes on VH-1.  The year starts as a flashback!

So it's immediately back to work tomorrow; it should remain low-key, until at least Monday, when everyone is back and a very basic weekend of groceries and minor chores.

I can easily enjoy the start of my 60th year under these terms.

Happy New Year to all.