I was at dinner with friends last week and the question of my impending birthday came up. Someone asked me "how old are you."
Now this was the first time I even though about birthdays for a long time. (I try not to think about them any longer)

I quickly said "I'll be 68 on the 12th"!
Another friend said "I though you were born in 1937!" Which will make you 69 on the 12th!!!!

Whaaaaat! How in the hell did I lose a complete year!
Anyway... I've been pretty depressed these last couple days. Vicky helped by sending me a couple of really great gifts. Many thanks Vicky, but honestly, I'd prefer to get that year back!