I said good morning to my wife when I woke up. "I'm getting old, baby," I exclaimed, hoping for some kind of rebuttal. No dice. "You've been old." Of course, I hang out with guys ten and twenty years my senior who are still cogent and leading fun lives so I can't get too depressed about the whole thing.
I hesitate to say I hope that things can't get as bad as the preceding year because they always can but it is nice to see that one in the can and in the rear view mirror.
Thanks for the nice calls, emails and greetings.