Birthday Notes

If you've ever wondered about such things, sixty-one years doesn't feel much different than sixty years and 364 days. Maybe the only difference being one more partially graying hair. I hope that mom is baking a cake. If anyone is pondering a gift ..... music or socks are always appreciated. My dream birthday dinner would be a perfectly baked chunk of Chinook Salmon. Then take me out afterwards for a long walk in the park and a movie. As near to loner/hermit as I've become these last few years, I wouldn't object.