Happy To Be Here

The day started with a nice thoughtful note from my dentist wishing me happy birthday and granting me permission to eat cake, but not too much, because my aging teeth can only take so much sugar before they rot and fall out mid-sentence. Then I spent a while searching for the remote so I could turn off the morning news -- no mention of my birthday and that hurt a bit, but I'm over it. I finally found the remote at the end of the bed, don't ask me how it got there, and that's okay by me. I've learned that in life, some things remain a mystery. So this is 60. I'm happy to be here, thanks for having me.