How did I get to be this age?
How can it be, I sometimes wonder to myself, that I have reached the great age ending in 0 that I just have? Surely I should feel by now an elder of the tribe or something of the kind, rather than someone who feels that they're still somewhat making it up as they go along? And that there must be older and wiser people about?
Anyway, my dearios, I offer you the traditional (virtual) rich dark ginger cake (with its virtual gluten and dairy-free and diabetic-friendly versions) and glasses of that exceeding sanitive beverage madeira and alternative refreshments and raise my glass to all of you who accompany me on this, I will not call it anything so focused as a journey, this ramble. This entry was originally posted at https://oursin.dreamwidth.org/2983703.html. Please comment there using OpenID. View
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