I woke up this morning in great fear and trepidation having forgotten by some 27 hours my 40th wedding anniversary and here it was April 10th instead of April 9th as it should have been when Dawg and his bride tied the knot in Mobile County, Alabama in 1971 and Dawg is a sumbitch if I didn´t feel substantial guilt at having even missed this occasion by a few hours but, by the grace of God, my esposa had, as it turns out, also forgotten this seemingly significant event so I got a bye on that one but am reminded that as we get older we are lucky to even remember who we are much less why we are and then I had occasion to remember an old jaw about life:
Life is like a party. You come in the front door, leave shortly by the back door and the party goes on.