From the List Of ALS Ironies
Life certainly keeps you on your toes with sadistic jokes.
When I turned 50, I thought:
Ok, can we be done with this counting now? I’m getting old. I get it!
I mean, 51, 52, 53…who cares, right?
Then comes a terminal illness, and suddenly counting seems pretty fucking awesome.
Go figure.
I, Too, Heard The Owl 