60 Some Thoughts
Sixty. I know it’s such a boring platitude but I have to say the words always said at these times… Where does the time go? I’m writing this at 5 am Albert and I are the only ones awake. Dorothy is gently chewing my pj bottoms, she’s dreaming she’s a puppy Where did the time go? I couldn’t tell you…I really can’t. So , I have been reflecting …….like you do . I’m reflecting until Wednesday when it actually hits me albeit gently ….square in the face On the 1st , I’m working all day and we are short handed I won’t have time to feel anything but fucked. Here are just 20 thoughts, thoughts in the middle of the night just after Dawn 1. Working where I do has made me realise that people who “hate getting old “ are idiots. You are allowed to hate becoming ill, becoming infirm , becoming depressed ….but don’t hate getting old. I am lucky reaching 60 , I know that, and I am grateful. 2. Memory is a fickle friend. 3. Strangely as it may seem sex is bette...