this morning #1199.

this morning, i started telling any fool who’d listen to me that i’d finally arrived. the guy at the deli. this fine-looking gal waiting for the bus with me. one of the tellers at my bank. peggy. frank. i’d grabbed that brass ring. sixty-one years behind me. god willing, some solid percentage of that much time that to go. the doc says i’m in great shape for my age. i’ve got that going for me. wind in my sails. though i’m quite excited about where life may take me, it’s strange waking up on a monday & starting the week without someplace i need to be. today, i’m here at this diner by choice. my choice. i grabbed our usual booth. waited for my oldest to join so we could enjoy our favorite ritual. pie for breakfast.