Sixty-Four is the new 39
and doesn’t look a day older than he did yesterday. For that matter, the love of my life doesn’t look any older than he did at 60.
Perhaps it is because he has lost about 25# in the last year and done more exercise? Maybe it is because he likes what he is doing (most days). But seriously, I am more than happy to truck around with “that grey haired guy” not the least of which is because it makes my gray hairs seem so few. He is my partner, my support and extremely tolerant when I am pitching one fit or another. He also understands my reasons for traveling. I think at times he just might be disappointed that I am not home more, but I am not exactly the slippers&pipe at the door type.
He also traps mice for me including disposing of the bodies. Now that is love.
p.s. As per usual, you can torture him at grATaeris-capitalDOTcom and sorry I didn’t get this up till around midnight but a day late is better than nothing (offspring in the US, are you reading this?)