Next week at this time my Bill and I will be in Rome celebrating my 60th birthday. 60???? How the hell did that happen? It's a cruel joke, I think. I can't really be 60.
I see people who are 60 and I think, "Wow, 60. That's old." And then I realize that's me in less than a week. I think the key to dealing with it is to drink lots of vino and just spend the next 25 years in denial.