I can’t tell you much about what it’s like, since I’ve only been this age since 5:03 am. So far, so good, though.
The only thing I wanted for my birthday was a visit from my beloved daughter, Wendy, and she’s right here. So why was there no blog yesterday, when I had great plans to write one especially for my nephew, Jerome, who turned 10 on June 9? Because Wendy woke up violently ill yesterday morning, and she, Jeremy, Jen and I spent most of the day at Rockwood Clinic’s Urgent Care facility. Turned out she has a wicked kidney infection, and she’s on power-meds now. Feeling better already. I’m keeping a close eye on her, mom-style.
My editor and dear friend Joan sent me a wonderful poem, composed especially for my birthday. She’s an amazing woman.
A staggeringly beautiful bouquet of flowers arrived from Nancy Berland and her wonderful staff, all dear friends. I am so spoiled!
Plans? Probably a cake.
It’s all good. Color me grateful.