The time changed, spring ahead, which I always wish wouldn't happen. Fall back is fine. Just keep the clock going back, and back and back, and more sleep and more.
The night before the time change was a friend's 70th birthday--lots of people in their 60's, 70's and 80's doing covers of old Rolling Stones songs and dancing, to prove that we can still party. We still can, but it does wear you out now.
Nobody drinks much any more. In our age group, the heavy drinkers are all either dead or on the wagon. Two glasses of wine is the max. Anybody you see stumbling, it's not the liquor. It's because a trick knee gave out, or they didn't see the step down to the living room. We only take prescription drugs now, and just get high on the music.
It's hard to believe that we are as old as our parents were at our age. Maybe we aren't. Maybe if you just keep that music coming, you don't have to die.
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