On Turning Forty... and Turning Forty-One
In less than two hours, when the clock on the right-hand corner of the computer screen says 12:00 a.m., I will be forty-one years. Years old or years young, the jury's out on that one. Going off the vine has been a whirlwind. Some days I feel like a sweet mascato, and on other days I feel like an ascerbic merlot. We'll see what the circle of forty-one brings; I am hoping for much more laughter, peace,and tranquility. (*Raising my glass*) Cheers!