Apparently a major marker of crossing sixty is one gets to revisit the indignities attendant upon turning fifty. Thought I had slipped past this one as I’m now sixty-one. But apparently my doctor keeps records. Never did like her…
So, today I’m eating green jello, drinking green gatorade (god, I hate gatorade) and this evening I drink some other nasty fluids planning on then spending large amounts of time in the loo, followed by getting up in the middle of the night, drinking more disgusting fluids and spending more time in the loo, before waking up tomorrow and driving with Jan up to Boston for my own reprisal of Homer’s adventures…
Stupid Buddha! Right again…
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