I turned 60 today. It feels a bit surreal. I've thought more about aging during the past five years as I likely did in the preceding 55. I was up at around 4.30 am due to feeling the after-effects of splitting three bottles of wine between 4 people last night. As I sat there contemplating the milestone at hand, I also thought a good deal about what I want to focus on going forward. A couple of thoughts came to mind: "All Action, No Talk" and "Still Waters, Grey Rock". The first being about turning the tables on my grandiose intentions and complacent inaction. The latter related to managing the dynamic tensions and triggers between my son and me. And to a lesser extent, my daughter. And to an even lesser extent, the rest of the world in its entirety. I spent the rest of the morning getting some of my ideas and thoughts organized, at first in bed and then reclining on the patio sofa w/Jen in the armchair across from me. Both kids wished me a happy birthday. Tommy bought me my favorite bagel sandwich, salmon, at the Bagel Basket. We managed to have a relatively harmonious day across the board. Jen gave me the painting she'd coordinated w/Cheryl. I like it. She looks great, and I look fat and effeminate. But it's intended to be a whimsical image, a bit of a cartoonish caricature, and it captures a child-like connection between us. It's growing on me. She felt a bit upset because she perceived I was not fond of it, but that's not the case. The intention, effort, and thought mean the world to me. I appreciate what she did especially given her history in prior marriage with negative responses to gifts. Lauren worked 11-4.45. Jen and I acted on my desire to tackle some decluttering and worked through the kitchen, then the living room shelves, and the patio setup. It felt so good to work together and get these things in order. We lingered about, I caught up on some lost sleep, and Tommy ran errands of his own. I consciously avoided turning on the TV to prevent getting too idle, though. Tommy and I got Lauren, and we swung by SRC to see their mom. She had called me at least 39 times before I stopped counting, even while responding in texts that I was not available, trying to contact when I could with no success either. It was crazy-making, but she's struggling with time, with impulse, and more. She had arranged to have Tiramisu there for me, a thoughtful gesture that I gave up trying to prevent after three days of insisting she not. It made her happy to do so. Both kids noted her seeming frailer. Tommy echoed my frustrations that she's not getting more aggressive physical therapy, which I later passed on to her sister. We had enchiladas (Costco) for dinner, got some Sees Candies (TYVM B&PL), and spent the remainder of the evening on the patio. We relaxed for a few hours there, enjoying the warmth of the firepit, the crispness of a warm summer night, and the crackling sounds of June Bugs making contact with the bug -zapper-swatter in Lauren's hands. I heard from my brother David, Matt C and B, Karen, Melissa, and even Jon Blyer popped up. It was an excellent day all around.