Emmittsburg – day four – and I am still standing – barely. 

My adorable friend Miss Amy is now here.  She arrived last night, which helps explain the state of my disrepair.  I have not had the chance to hang out with Miss Amy for a couple of years now and I had to do a lot of catching up.  Subsequently, I can now report that my ability to carry-on and cavort like a wild and crazy woman has been greatly diminished over these past years.  Indeed, I believe a nap will be in order before tonight’s activities – seriously…a nap.

Alas, regardless of the end result – which today has been a draggin’ wagon – I cannot miss the opportunity to spend time laughing and getting into mischief with Miss Amy.  I never know when I will get to see her again, so I feel a need to absorb as much as I can during these days with her.  She is such a spark of light and life.

Miss Amy is out roller skating presently.  I love her, but I don’t love her that much.  There is a limit and me on wheels is included in it.  Later we will have dinner and find out what fun is to be had in Gettysburg, but now…now, I nap.  Such is the not so glamorous reality of aging – I came, I saw, I napped. 

Day two hundred and fifty-six of the new forty – obla di obla da

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