Life at this age is such a strange thing. Pre-grandchildren, post-children. I'm taking this little interim to learn more about myself. To face death, to expand my mind, to come to grips with the fact that I may well be here for another 40 years and what the hell am I gonna do with that? I've taken on a new career. One should always challenge one's mind, and I'm learning how to be a dog groomer. It goes along the line of what I've always been- a nurturer. I raise kids, plants, animals. In a way, dogs are just terminal toddlers. Terminal toddlers with animalistic behaviors.
Anyway, I'm still evolving. More later.