If the fates allow I'm in Zanzibar today (and if the nano overlords agree to release this post on time), and I will have turned 59. Groan. I'm not aging gracefully, certainly not physically but also emotionally. I'm now a year removed from my promise to myself to wake up on 7 January 2020, my 60th birthday, in some truly exotic, far off the beaten path, location. It will be my #FuckOldAge gift to myself. Where am I going? Well, I guess you'll have to check Facebook and Twitter that morning to solve the mystery. The first one to solve the mystery get dinner on me.
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