As Carlton would have said: I am now well into my 82nd year. So, what’s next?
I made some purchases this year that made it brutally clear that I am old. I bought a shoehorn and one of those pill-sorter boxes. What’s next? Velcro shoes? Depends? The horror.
On a happy note. Birthday Party tonight. Friends. Cake. Ice Cream. Funny Cards. Booze.
