Well, there's the first day of the rest of my life.  Last night I ended my birthday by doing 30 push ups.  Then when I got up this morning I did 35.  I should be up to 46 before I know it.  Frankly, I am surprised that I have been able to do that many.  I am also amazed that I feel it in so many parts of my body.  My neck, my back, my stomach and chest, my shoulders and arms and my legs all are involved in the action and motion of a good push up.  I guess it is a good thing that even though it is easy it is not easy if you know what I mean.  It takes effort and quite a bit when the numbers get higher.  I get light headed when I try to imagine how many I have done in the past 46 months.  Maybe by the end of the year I will take the time to figure it out.  Right now I can't even guess at the number.  This first day was a good day.  I got a lot of work done.  Took time out to go out to dinner and got in my 60 minute work out this evening.  Thinking about 65 years this past day or so has been weird.  Somehow 65 years is some kind of a milestone that I have never really wrapped my head around.  Now I can talk about it and I know that it is true, but that doesn't keep it from feeling weird to me.  I keeping trying to imagine what is ahead for us.  I don't believe that anything is over for us yet, but I have no good idea as to what does lie ahead.  I have enough to do to just make it from one day to the next.