Over the weekend it was my birthday.
I was 54 years old. In six years time, God willing that I am still here, I will be sixty.
My boss, who is nearing 70, now, congratulated me on wearing well when he asked me how old I was.
Strangely, however, I feel less mature than I did 30 years ago. I am certainly having a better time. Mind you, I was a believing Mormon, then! And that does make all the difference.