It is early hours in a new territory with few expectations for measurable change, however here I am at an age that the younger version of me would never dare imagine.

How in the name of the baby Jesus did this happen?

Charles Bukowski wrote that he never met a man he’d rather be and Chuck and I have that in common.

He also stated that it could be delusional thinking; however if this is true then it is a happy and fortunate delusion.