Bow Tie o’ the Day and I are not fully awake. And yet, we have already hied off and back to the airport. Suzanne caught an early plane to Reno, for work. I am alone again, but Zombie-like in my I’m-old-and-can’t-get-up-early-without-paying-for-it-anymore stupor. I don’t wonder where the decades of my life went. But I’m starting to feel the truth that I don’t have many decades left. It won’t be enough time, but it will have to be. Hmmm… Who’ll take care of my neckwear when I’m dead? 👔 🎀 🤔