On Turning 45…
I TURNED 45 years old this week, but I was honestly too busy with various deadlines to really sit back and take stock of what that means. I’m halfway to 90, I got that far in my considerations. And in all likelihood, given family history and population averages, I’m probably more than halfway through the race. No worries – I’m not getting maudlin over this one, but there it is. Time is moving on and…