Today I am 56 years old. I feel immensely proud of having made it this far in my life. I have buried too many friends who were far younger than me or around my same age, so making it to this age feels like a real accomplishment. Well, I guess it's now all downhill to 60, but age is a state of mind and as far as I am concerned, I do not feel my age, at least not most of the time. Tonight I am running a nasty fever and have what feels like a bronchial infection or some such thing, so I feel pretty crappy at the moment as I write this, to the point of having to duck out early from a choir rehearsal for a performance in a few days. But I could feel my fever spiking as it is wont to do at night, and I knew that there was no way that I could get through another hour and a half of standing and singing a very difficult piece of music, so I ducked out during the break and came home. Not the way I wanted to spend my birthday, spending it ailing. I have some Mucinex and ibuprofen and some nice herbal teas that my sister sent home from Europe with my brother recently, some Erkaltüngs (Cold) tea and some Bronchial tea. Now all I need is some chicken soup and all will be well. So here I am, 56 years old and spending it feeling pretty lousy overall. May next year's birthday be a far better one than this has been.
2 comments:
You should buy yourself a house for your birthday. :)
Wish I could, but I just lack the funds to do so. Maybe when I win the lottery or a rich relative dies and leaves me some money.......neither of which is likely to ever happen, so that possibility is now a non-starter. Never going to happen. :-(
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