The number fifty on the falling weight is not arbitrary, btw. In about ten days from this writing, that is how old I will be.
Oh. My. God.
Don’t laugh. It will sneak up on you, too. Quickly. Fortunately fifty is the new forty. You didn’t know? That’s cause it isn’t. It’s marketing-speak from the AARP designed to keep jumpers off the ledge.
Regards,
-T.A.D. (aka the second oldest person in the #webcomics community)
50 was easy. In May I’ll be 55. Congrats on the new style, it looks great!
Yikes! That’s worse than an anvil falling from the sky! Watch out.
Hey, belated Happy Birthday–hope you partied like you were 25!