This will be one of my last posts as a sexagenarian.  It sounds a lot sexier than it is!  Any doubts as to my state of decrepitude will be laid to rest (hopefully not literally) in a few days.  I feel like I should be putting my affairs in order as they used to say, but instead I’m just killing time as usual.  What else can one do, besides accept it and drink to it?  Cheers.  Don’t expect any selfies, other than of Misu The Adorable, who has perfected the art of aging photogenically.