Random thoughts on reaching 77

77 has a nice ring to it. Double 7 means double luck. Don’t I wish?

Woke up this morn at floor 77 on the escalator of life. The escalator goes all the way up to floor 122 but that’s not a wise floor to shoot for. Not much going on up there. A few more, possibly even a decade or so close to the quality of the first 77, will suit me just fine.

First winter for Mary and I in 49 years down south in Florida. Walking the scenic harbor every day and evening we ponder, “What took us so long.”

Onward to 78.