I'm not though. I'm disconnected from that dynamo. You are 63. I was still a dynamo then. Now I'm 73, and happy not to be a dynamo. Grateful that, so far, the aging process has been kind to me.
No so for some of my friends. Not so for my brother who died last year at 75. Not so for a 74-year-old friend who came to our Thanksgiving dinner, whom Parkinson's has in its cruel grip. He can't even get up from a chair without assistance. Or my other friend who needs a cane because walking is painful.
To me, age has been kind. Happy to say that again. I'm about to send a yes-count-me-in response to another musical project with the incredible Exult Gospel Choir of Mixed Magic Theatre, about which I have written. Plus I'll be working on Mendelssohn's magnificent Elijah oratorio. And let me not forget the band. And my new friend, my daughter.
So many wonderful things. Every morning I thank God.