God grant me the senility to forget the people I never like anyway, the good fortune to run into the ones I do, and the eyesight to tell the difference. I still have most of it. My wild oats have turned to prunes and All Bran. I finally got my head together, now my body is falling apart. Funny, I don't remember being absent minded.
All reports are in.
Life is now officially. It is easier to get older than it is to get wiser. Some days you're the dog, some days you're the hydrant. I wish the buck stopped here. It's hard to make a comeback when you haven't been anywhere.