My birthday

 Tomorrow is my 76th birthday.

I never dreamed I'd live this long. But I like that I have.

My father died at 83 and my mother at 63--she never met her grand kids and my father was in such morose sadness about her death that he didn't pay much attention to them.

I want oysters for dinner.

I'd prefer a dozen raw oysters, but I'll settle for cooked. With pasta, I hope.

We'll see.

Happy birthday to me!