I’ve been having blogger’s/writer’s block lately, plus sometimes when I feel like writing it goes up on Cello Chat and once in a while on Facebook. But here’s something creeping me out enough to post:
My first cousin passed away last fall at age 50. (Last I heard, a cause of death has yet to be determined.)
Michael Jackson just passed away at age 50.
Billy Mays, the infomercial star (for whom I somehow feel more affection than MJ) passed either last night or this morning, at age 50.
Me? Age 50. Alive and kicking, but feeling increasingly uneasy.
I never thought I’d look forward to turning 51 (in about a month), but I sure am now.