We leave 2010 with these words, apparently a traditional poem but gathered, set to music, and sung beautifully by Pete Seeger:
I get up each morning and dust off my wits
Open the paper and read the obits
If I'm not there I know I'm not dead
So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed.
Happy New Year, everyone.
Anniversary! - Twenty-two years and counting. As Janice said in a card, it's no longer 'Grow Old with Me' but now 'Grow Old*er* w. Me' Sounds like a good plan to me. --JDR
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