T minus 9 days until I hit the big 4-0. It snuck up on me. As I painted our home room upon room, my body creaked and protested. Getting out of bed became a problemo. Bring on the Geritol, folks!
I feel a limerick slinking its way into my feeble-minded brain:
There once was an oldster named Mary
Who asked of her godmother fairy,
“I want to grow younger
and stave off my hunger.”
The fairy just laughed and said, “Scary!”