Silly thoughts:
I am aging faster than I expected; the years really mean something. My neck looks old, mate.
(Getting older seems to invoke Peter O'Toole, Ringo Starr, and the Rolling Stones.)
I don't mind looking older because I was raised on English actors who wore their scars and lines (and eventually wrinkles) as badges of honor. In that regard, I have always been ready to be older.
And yet, right? I didn't expect to be 63.5 just yet. Right?
Still, knock on wood. Glad to be here (still).
Feeling lucky.