And at my back I always hear . . . .

. . . . time's winged chariot hurrying near.

Yesterday was the forty-third -- that's 43d -- anniversary of our wedding day.  We didn't do much.  Just pottered about, as is our wont.  Oh, and had a lovely meal from Baja Sonora.   The restaurant doesn't look like much from the outside.  But you'll be hard pressed to find a tastier Mexican dinner hereabouts. 

We share some -- most? -- of the aches and  pains that older flesh is heir to.  But one thing still puzzles me.  I got old all over.  But Mary just got the aches and pains; she still has the face of a young woman.   30 maybe?  I have no idea how she does that.   If I ever find out, I'll let you know.