But, I need to move on. And so – I am trying to move about my days, attempting to do just that. Unfortunately, I was still hurting, and made mention of that to my work gang. After a couple of cheap shots, another alpha-nurse tried to slap me down. Oh … well, dang – this …
Of turning 29 … Yep, that’s what I celebrated this week. I’ve spent the last several years avoiding specific numbers, while I slowly acknowledge – and am just about ready to – fully gear-up – and possibly embrace … turning 50 (read: F.I.F.T.Y; “The BIG 5-0”!!!) … Yeah, sure … IN ANOTHER 363 days. It’s …