Cliff got a call today from Arick's girl friend's mom today, and started to tell her off about waking me up in the middle of the night: Then she dropped the bomb. Not only are Arick and her daughter missing, but so is her (the mom's) car. For some reason she seems to think they headed for Georgia. Arick could be in big trouble for this, since he's 18 and his girl friend is only 16... and now he's stolen a car. Well, there's nobody to bail him out if he lands in jail, and that may be a good thing. (happy birthday to me)
On a brighter note, I received many lovely e-cards from Internet friends wishing me happy birthday; and Linda, a friend at work, brought cake for two of us who share this birthday.
I think I figured out why being sixty is so depressing: it's because I realize I don't have that much time left! Especially quality time; I'm thinking about my mom's final ten years, and I don't think I want any of that kind of lingering-on. What I have to do is make up my mind not to waste this day stewing over how little time I have left. Maybe I should even start considering each day a bonus, from here on out.