As Mark Twain put it, age is about mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.
So, in honor of a friend of mine who said she was a bit indignant that I was younger than she was (even with my recent birthday), we agreed that I would be 58 this birthday, that way I would be older than she was.
I said, we’ll call it the Catherian calendar. Sort of like when people went to bed on Thursday, October 4, 1582 and work up on Friday, October 15, 1582, making the jump from the Julian to the Gregorian calendar. This jump will be several multiples of 10 days, but what the hey. If I’m more successful at 58 than I am right now, I’ll take it. But six years ago, I was hoping I’d be more literarily successful now than I was then, and I’ve seen how that has turned out.
It’s almost enough to make me want to start a Gregorian chant. (Yeah, a very bad and slightly obtuse pun.)

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