Annie's Birthday is in two days. Although she doesn't make a big deal of hiding her age, I'm still pretty sure it would be a bad idea to tell you how old she is going to be. Even though she's well younger than I.
Some times I feel my age more than others. Sometimes it's sobering to realize I'm closer to the end of life than to the beginning - after all, I don't think I going to live to be 130, and that's what it would take for me to be just half way there.
I'm reading a book about the British at Agincourt. About how 6,ooo defeated 30,000. It's the story of Henry V, King of England. The true inspiration England for Shakespeare's.
I fell asleep in the middle of writing this.
I don't get enough sleep.