Forty-seven

Forty-seven. I have spent a goodly portion of my time on this godforsaken rock we hairless apes call home living in the moment but Christ, where did all the time go?

And when I rolled out of bed this morning, I am not kidding you, I swear I heard creaking as I swung my legs out of bed. Granted I have been rode hard and put to bed wet a few times in my life - but actual creaking!

Forty-seven...