Last day at 80
I don’t mind being 80 but 81 sounds MUCH older. Tomorrow when I wake up I’ll have crossed into that new designation. I guess it’s better than the alternative.
Problem is, I know that every year older takes you closer to the end.
I talked to a lady yesterday. Her mother had at 105,5. Maybe I’ll beat her life-span. I can hope.
My plan was to go to the annual garage sale in the North Clubhouse at 4pm, but it was really windy and the more I thought about buying more clutter, the less I wanted to do it so I skipped the sale.
I’m watching TV after a chicken pot pie.
I’m sure feeling better this week!!