I threw out the phone to try to get through to you.

E-word,

We're getting up there in age. It's kind of ridiculous how old we're getting. Inexorably. Nothing we can do to stop the marching. Like, it doesn't matter how old we look, or how old we feel, none of that changes the amount of time we've actually spent physically living. I know that you're over 40, and I'm nearing 40, and that's just, like, wow. Are my facilities diminishing?

I'm definitely experiencing some existential anxiety.

Here's to some teen-aged hope. Those Dancing Days.

Love,

Toe