Not 60 Yet

Somehow entering my 60th year is a lot less traumatic than my next birthday will be, at least this is what I think today when scotch drunk in celebration fails to result in any numbing and the absence of a cake doesn't phase me one bit. Something has to give so I assume that I am saving my angst for next April. This is in fact a plan as why should I summon up perfectly good angst until I really need it? Dinner with great live music and excellent company has made today just perfect and that along with not yet being 60 makes this birthday the best in a long time.