In one week, I will be turning 50 years old.  I do not look 50 but can’t believe that i have reached this time in my life so quickly.

I want the change over to be graceful, non depressing, I don’t want to change at all and lose all that has defined me to this day. I have less of life left, less to think about, whereas before it took a long time to get old and now it’s upon me. 

There’s not going to be any great big party, no over the hill balloons, no friends or family to celebrate with probably just me and the cats, because i will be alone next Friday, as the wife works and she doesn’t think like me to throw a party, as big as this is, and invite what friends we do have for some kind of thing.  I don’t expect it so I will bake me a chocolate cake with some sugary frosting, preferably peanut butter, get some ice cream, a big bottle of wine and turn 50 with my cats.