It's official. I now qualify for a reverse mortgage. I'm not quite eligible for Social Security or Medicare, but a reverse mortgage? Yeah!
So, I'm 62. I started this blog/journal/online diary/non-monetized web content the year I turned 50. Make of that what you will!
My horoscope, as written in the Washington Post today, says:
This year your magnetism soars. Others can't help but be drawn to you. You create drama and energy wherever you go.
Well! That will make a nice change! Then it goes to tell singles what's in store for them, and then it says:
If attached, the two of you might become very serious about a goal.
Like relocating for a new job, perhaps?? Maybe! (I don't mean to tease. I'll probably know for sure this coming week.)
I woke up to the smell of fresh coffee, which naturally lured me downstairs to the kitchen. There, on the table, was a card and a pretty bag from Joe. (He was there, too; but he was at the table, not on the table.)
In the bag? More Zentangle toys! Yay! (Now I need a white pen... I see a trip to Michael's in my future.)
My phone has been plinka-plinking all day, notifying me of Facebook birthday messages. You all are so nice! I've enjoyed reading them and liking them and writing down the names of everyone who posted so that I can cross compare them and check out who really, really likes me. (Not really. Reading and liking only.)
Otherwise, I've had a lovely, quiet day with Joe -- exactly what I wanted.