Were we not, just recently, right in this space, talking of age and dreams and never-too-late ideals? Were we not talking of beach volleyball, and ageless agility…and Chianti?
The songwriters of the world can’t quite agree about September. Some want to remember it.* Some are trying to remember it. Some just want to be awakened when it ends. And then there are the cats.
Here’s a pleasant thought: you are older than you’ve ever been. And now you’re even older.*
Supposedly, it’s March hares that are madder than a hatter. But, ’round here, May is the month of mirthful, mind-splattering madness, courtesy of 100,000,000,000 kittens.*