To any of you who may have been offended by the intrusion of politics onto the normally-non-political Oddball yesterday, I apologize.
The mistake was mine in not explaining that I had intended the exchange to be by private email, rather than on the blog.
Be that as it may, today is another day.
The fever blaster says the temperature is 83 degrees outside at 9 o'clock yet I have the window open and a cool breeze is occasionally penetrating the upsurge in heat.
There is a Bluegrass Festival occurring in Prescott today and I had sort of planned to make an excursion there.
But, as frequently happens in my senior years, the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.
So we'll see.
Speaking of senior years, one of my friends and former colleagues in the tee-vee-news-biz is marking his 80th birthday today.
I now have three friends and/or loved ones in the 80's.
As I emailed the newest of the bunch this morning, hitting 80 is a milestone. Except in golf. (He is a golfer.)
I'm less than a handful of years from reaching that level myself.
I find that reaching this age means one's life is much less full.
(Well, there is that friend who is the oldest of us who is going on a cruise to Cuba in a month or so.)
When I am not, as SWMBO is wont to say, "wasting my time at the computer" I spend my time scheduling doctor appointments, monitoring my intake of pharmaceuticals and napping.
Oh, I do spend an inordinate amount of time watching the birds.
And on my (very) short evening jaunt I have made the aquaintance of a bunny who freezes as I get to nearly 10 feet of him and seems to listen intently as I speak to him.
And there is reading.
I am about halfway through M.F.K. Fisher's "The Art of Eating", which I have been enjoying greatly.
And kitchen-stuff, such as the loaf of rye bread I made yesterday and which SWMBO and I agreed probably needs more rye flour in the recipe to "kick it up a notch."
And there's always something on television.
I don't know how many channels we have but I can always find something interesting to watch.
Last night it was a program showing the Mark Twain prize for humor being awarded to Jay Leno.
He's older, too.
Which brings me to my new favorite adage: Today I am older than I've ever been but younger than I'll be tomorrow.
Life is good.