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Don't Eat With Your Mouth Full

Where can we live but days?

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A Stool to be Melancholy Upon
Tomorrow is my birthday, which will take me into the very midst of my mid-fifties. It occurs to me today that I have (within a month or two) also now been a university lecturer for exactly half my life.

In my rage for symmetry, I wonder if I am doomed to lecture for another 27 and a half years, before retiring at 82? It's not impossible, the economy being what it is. Thereafter, I will decline gracefully into the sunset of my dotage, before expiring gently at the at of 110, sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, etc.

Actually, maybe I'm already sans taste - otherwise I'd have a much sharper wardrobe.

I hope you wake up to a lovely birthday full of joyful surprises.

Thank you! So far it seems fairly normal, but perhaps the surprises will kick in with elevenses!

Happy Birthday!

Thank you!

Happy Birthday!

Thank you!

I just tuned 53 last week. I have the same sort of-- half over now feeling. Lunchtime of the lifetime, i suppose.

"Lunchtime of the lifetime"

Yes, that's about it!