Today we attended the birthday party for the twins.  Imagine, four years old!  Every time us old people realize some new milestone it only tends to help us know how old we are.  I have to tell all of you youngsters that old age is not something that makes you feel old.  Oh, maybe the body does do that to you after several decades.  But that part of you where you think and where you feel doesn't change much and only recognizes that you are old because the calendar says so.  I still see life pretty much the same way that I did way back when.  That's not to say that I am still a kid and never grew up (some might argue that point) but all of this seems to have gone on around me and I just find myself in the midst of it all.  When you get old maybe you'll understand what I mean.  You might say that I ought to notice the difference in how I am now and how I was then.  But frankly I don't remember very much of my before.  I don't have time.  My now is way too much on my mind for that.  I simply go from day to the next day and decide my way through it with life happening all around me and to me, but it is like a dream only I am awake.  The days run into each other and the nights go by way too fast.  It seems like I am always trying to catch up.  Even a Sunday or a night's rest doesn't seem to let me catch up or catch my breathe.  I am always behind.  The word that keeps running through my mind is 'relentless'.  It just never stops or takes a break.  So when I do I only fall farther behind.  So after 65 years I know that I can not catch up.  That is a feeling that I am getting used to, but it doesn't make it any easier to accept.