Tomorrow is another day

Tomorrow starts the first day of my eighth decade. I'll celebrate by going to Fort Smith to visit a manufacturer of farm equipment. I'm not sure where I'll eat lunch. In the afternoon, I'll visit an advanced care organization that is surrounded by a hospital - nice people. They take care of post operative patients and patients recovering from serious illnesses. As far as celebrating goes, I'm not much for it. Maybe I'll celebrate if I make it through the next three decades with my mind and senses intact; so far so good. I've left some parts behind, but most of the important stuff still works. I guess I could be arrested for assault with a dead weapon, though, if I ever thought about it. Being here at BCTS officially for more than four years, and being a visitor for another two has been a wonderful experience. I might even finish the story I'm currently working on before the year is over. Don't hold your breath, Holly. Thanks to all of you for being here.

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