While I don't appreciate aging, I am thrilled that I've had yet another birthday. I have a friend who frequently tells me not to get old. I always correct her and say oh, I am absolutely planning to get old. Because really, what is the alternative?. I just don't plan to act old or hopefully feel old. When I bellyached to my uncle that 50 was the beginning of the end, he corrected me. Instead, he said, it was possibly the end of the beginning. I'll take it. So I'm at the end of the beginning. That means I'm about to start the messy middle, that is, if my life were a romance novel. The part where the couple is getting to know each other, play cat and mouse and most importantly, fall in love (and have sex). You know, the good stuff. I'm looking forward to the good stuff. Viva the decade of 50.