Thursday, January 20, 2011
Life After Sixty
Guest blogger Bob Morris wrote about this experience which happened the week he turned sixty. Sound familiar?
The way my office window is situated, the sun just moved to where it's shining in on my face.
I get up and walk around the other side of my desk to pull the blind, moving for a moment into shadow, thinking while doing this about an email I just received.
I stop short, because I now can't remember why I got up.
I return to my seat. Oh yeah, the sun.
Life after Sixty? Aint' it grand!
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