I had gotten home a little bit before. Steven is home today and he was working in his Rover in the driveway. I sat on the front steps. The sun was out and it was the perfect temperature. The simple feeling of the sun on me was wonderful. It’s that same feeling cats seek out when they luxuriate in a sport of sunlight.
I was reading this article from the BBC – Does Life Go Downhill After 35? Link. I get the points they’re making but I have to say, life really gets great after 40/42.