It's official...

I'm old.  Well, not ancient, but I never imagined being fifty-three.  It seems to have happened pretty fast, too.  Just last week, I was thirty-seven.  I still have all my marbles, or at least I think I do.  I can't tell you what I had for lunch on Monday, but I can still recite the preamble to the US Constitution and intelligently discuss the collected works of T.S. Eliot.  Priorities, you understand.  There was a time in my life when my birthday was an event; now it's just another day.  I had a lovely lunch with my friend, Ariela, today.  I shared my chicken burrito with Aggie and we had fried ice cream for dessert.  It was a nice, quiet day.  The way all birthdays should be.

And I am thankful for another year.