I not quite middle aged. I am hopefully a bit past the middle. I really don't want to live to 100 (unless the singularity has arrived and I can augment my body with nanotechnology, but that's a topic for a different blog).
When I was 49 I was not looking forward to being 50. I decided to keep a journal. I bought a small notebook and wrote a very short entry nearly every day.
I thought I would share with everyone some of those entries. I am not going to reproduce every entry, because quite frankly some of them are boring or whiny or just plain stupid. I shall set down here so much of this story as seems either curious or needful.
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