50

Looking hard at 100

Turns out I’m now 50.

I’m just shy of 50,000 words on this year’s NaNoWriMo project.

I love my life.

I fully intend to throw a big party in 2072.

I mistyped that the first time and wrote 20072. Hell, yeah, why not? You’re all invited to that one.

I don’t own a jacuzzi but I want to live near a hot spring or a body of water I can float in.

I think we can fix the stuff we need to fix if we try.

In the end, contrary to much of the evidence, I believe in people.

50 years. Wow.

I’m good with it.