There are "0" birthdays, and "0" birthdays...

And we are creeping up to one rather larger than the others; oh, well. Just have to resist all those ads depicting the erasure of wrinkles and spots. I made it to a climbing gym for the third day in a row, and even denial of efforts exerted isn't fooling my aching muscles. Raking leaves was the coup de grace. When we were sitting at breakfast discussing a stupid newspaper headline declaring the "Fifty is the New Thirty!", I said I didn't feel as if I had as much energy as I did at thirty. (And yes, I know I'm well past fifty). The nonegenarian piped up,"I do!" I haven't inherited her astounding optimism, I guess.