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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.