Before June gives way to July, let's say I'm a brand new 41. The good thing in hindsight about embracing old age is that every one of my contemporaries are on the same fabulous boat. I'm as old as my classmates in high school.
At this age, my wrist joints are not that fab though. I have to see a doctor. And the essays showered a deflating annoyance on my birthday do, I wasn't able to prepare well. I'll try to be smiling in the next few days.
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