Yesterday was my 57th birthday. I had put the word out that I really didn't want to make a big deal out of it this year. My wife, Gale, did not like this but kept my wishes. She always does birthdays in a big way and I just didn't feel like celebrating.
Instead, I washed windows. House windows, inside and out. Though I struggled with the task a bit, it gave me a great sense of accomplishment. Plus they really needed it!
But today I feel melancholy. I deprived Gale of her fun and myself of the company of my kids and their families. I feel self-conscious though intellectually I know they can't tell my hand feels stiff and leg a bit quivery. This is going to be a rough and narrowing road!