status report

Like most people, when I think of the sixties I’m thinking of the 1960’s.  Sure hope my sixties will be as exciting as that.

The decade started quietly.  V was asleep.  I stayed up till 3 a.m. wasting time working.

The first voice of the decade: Alli’s.   I was still asleep when she called on her way to work.  I turned over and went back to sleep.

First thing I saw: Daniel.   V picked him up at the airport and they woke me up with a breakfast burrito from Randy’s, Daniel’s favorite sandwich place– which I ate in bed: my first meal of the decade.

I turned off the phone and mostly ignored the computer.  At 4 p.m. on a Wednesday I’m still in my pajamas.   If the sixties continue like this, I might just like them.

My sixties are officially 16 hours old.  So far, so good.

I’m also proud to report this is the first decade of my life that’s been entirely chocolate–free.