And exactly how and when did I get so old?

Eastern Tiger Swallowtail

Now, the question of the day is “How the hell did I get so fucking old and when did it happen?” I wonder about my aches, pains, and memory lapses. Then I remember that I am currently playing the game in the bonus level category.

Just checked on my investments. Not pretty. Thank goodness for the fixed income component. I am ready to take a substantial hit if it will help unseat the current occupant of 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. Not happy. But ready.

Speaking of money. Carlton never passed up a penny. When I got off the bus this morning, I spied a penny. I tried to just walk over it like every sane person. But no. I heard Carlton ask was I too lazy or too rich to pick up a penny. Every time I see a penny, I figure it is just Mr. C checking up on me.

Eastern Tiger Swallowtail

Just in case you are not a fan of B/W butterfly pics.

I had the great luck to stumble upon a collection of every short story that Arthur C. Clarke wrote from 1937 to 1999. In Kindle and Audible format. It is about 1,000 pages or 50 hours of vintage goodness. What surprises me is that I actually remember reading some of them back in the 50’s.  I think I am up to about 1949. Lots more hours of reading and listening pleasure.

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