60 in 2 hours

In less than two hours I will be sixty. It’s a nice round number. If I can say anything positive about turning 60, it would be that I love that people my age are called sexagenarians. The word sounds a little dirty and I almost expect a rebuke for using it.

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

As time rolls by, I am made more and more aware of Blake’s tiger. I usually shake him off after my second cup of coffee but in my quiet moments I am still aware that I am being stalked.

Happy Birthday to me … Happy Birthday to me …

Don’t get me wrong, I am thankful for making it this far. I am also thankful for good friends and family, a soft cushion, a good book, and plenty of sweet tea.

… and bubble bath.