So we can’t stop getting older. We can try and slow things down, but unless you’re some cyborg, or immortal being like “Q” it’s a condition we grow into.

• Started graying (and losing my hair in my 20’s

• Went onto blood pressure medication in my 40’s, and started using bifocals for seeing and reading.

• Lost my ability to father offspring 11 years ago in my early 50’s (FU cancer!!).

• Started developing some arthritis in my left hand 2 years ago… now it’s clicking every time I try to type (at least it’s not really hurting… yet).

• My favorite thing is trying to stay physically active and fit… which I have some good success with! Yay! At least age related man-boobs (yes you young pups & cubs…, it does happen to guys.., sorry! You’ll get yours too one day) have definitely been reduced! And I have been keeping the classic beer gut at bay!!

• Some foods I used to eat now give me acid reflux, or gas (well I guess I can claim I’m a bit jet propelled now 😏).

So why the rambling? Well my 63 (yes I just wrote SIXTY THIRD) birthday is next Friday. Sixty three revolutions around our sun… at 1000 mph, covering an average orbital circumference of 584,335,740 miles every flea bitten year! How did Indiana Jones put it?

“It’s not the years, honey, it’s the mileage.”

Yeah I have some mileage. Ohhh my 88 year old mother will say the same… maybe that’s why I’m sort of rambling… in 25 years I could be in the same situation…, and it does scare me a bit.

Then again who knows! Maybe like the characters of the Thurian series of novels I’m destined to live into my 250’s!?

Maybe I’ll have an android body, or have myself cloned,…, or… maybe I am already immortal?

Ahhh well…. I’m just rambling… maybe I just need a long evening with a frisky female 😏