Today is one of those things that happens just once in a lifetime; a veritable Red Letter Day.
Today is Old Farts Day.
Because today is the day I officially become a fully paid up state-registered geriatric, having reached the exalted age of 65 years.
No, I don’t know how it’s happened, especially when my head still tells me I’m no more than 30, but my body thinks it’s 197?
I guess reality must be some variant of “split the difference”.
Of course I’m still as imperfect and useless as I always was, but the older I get the less I actually care.