Last Saturday evening when I went to sleep, I was 25 years old. When I woke up Sunday morning, I was 60! Obviously, that's not quite true, but it sure felt like it.

When I was a kid, I could not wait to be 15 so I could get a driver's license. At 18, I could buy alcohol! At 25 my car insurance dropped 33%. At 40, I needed reading glasses. At 50, my prostate doubled in size! But now I am 60. When did I get old?

Genetically, I am in good shape. My mom will be 80 in April and still gets around. I lost my dad at 73, but he smoked 2 packs a day most of his adult life. My health numbers are good. I do take blood pressure medications every day. But my cholesterol numbers are good, and no diabetes. I do have too much blood, I need to give some away! I love to jog and have been doing that for nearly 40 years. Maybe that helps. And you can't beat AARP discounts. But I am OLD!

Like many old folks, I have a few regrets. Many are for things I should have done. Thankfully, there aren't many regrets for things I have done! And I have begun to tell the special folks, past and present, in my life how special they are to me. I kind of like that.

Maybe one day, I will be a granddad, to a child and not a dog. I will be a good grandpa! Right now my daughter loves dogs more than children. Hopefully, I live long enough to see the Astros win a World Series. 2017 will be the year! And I have seen a Saints Super Bowl win.

I have been blessed to love my job, and have good knees and ankles for jogging. And my job at The Lake keeps me young, mainly because Gary and Dave are older than me. Yes, I am the baby of the group! So maybe I'm not as old as I thought.

So here's to another 10 years. Maybe at 70, I will have a grandchild that walks on 2 legs, the Astros have 2-3-4 World Series rings and the Saints have a couple more Lombardi trophies, I can still jog 5 miles, and the regrets list is smaller. But it sure feels weird to say, "I'm 60".