Happy birthday to me...

Well, today is the day. I am now 58 years old, or as I prefer to tell people, "21 with 37 years experience".

And I'm over it. There's no special significance attached to this age. And with everything going on right now it's hard to get myself into a celebratory mood. Along with my full-time job, I've spent the last four months caring for my wife after her stroke. And yesterday was a particularly trying day; she had to be taken to the ER with abdominal pain. Turns out she has a UTI, and she will be in the hospital for a few days because of it. It's her second visit to the hospital in the last few weeks, and she's now ridden in enough medical transport vehicles to have an opinion of their drivers!

But I am still physically healthy myself, although I'm not always sure about my mental health. Caring for a sick partner is pretty stressful after all. I did let my parents and my sister (plus a few others) take me to dinner yesterday, but tonight's dinner will be leftovers. However, I am washing them down with a nice bottle of pinot noir from one of our many anniversary getaways to non-Napa/Sonoma wine country (this one's from the Santa Maria Valley). Then I'm taking out the garbage and cleaning the litter box!

Life goes on even when these "milestones" happen. And I guess I'll just keep on keepin' on...