So March 20 is my birthday. I’m 65 today. Can you imagine a worse year to turn 65? I mean, it’s the increased-at-risk age for serious complications with Covid-19, so here I am, front and center! Yikes!

I think you have to laugh and shrug. And have some cake. Finally got Medicare, so there’s that, and that is a huge thing in our country. Even though I’ve worked all my life to get here, to cross this invisible finish line, so to speak — hope that soon it’s just standard for every citizen of the U.S. regardless of age or anything else. It’s way past time. It’s the right thing to do.

With that, I’ll blow out the candles on my tiny cake in my shelter-in-place pod and hope for a great year — another book is coming, so stay tuned!