My grandfather once said to my grandmother: "You aren't old, dear. Crotchety, insane, cruel, and haggard from a life of fruitless moil, but you've got a good twenty years left, surely." (nearly verbatim.) This was in 1976 or so; he's dead and she had a swinging birthday party at the methodist church in Peoria this past summer. At this event, a friend of hers asked, "Do you miss (him)?" to which my sweet gramma replied without hesitation, "Since we're in church, I guess I'd better say 'yes' ". Still sharp as a hollow-ground tack, that woman - and every bit as gentle.

haha No.. you have no room to grump.. your not even HALF way through your life, mister

Sarah, can you throw in a couple words about evil bran, sleep is not nature's cure all, that it's ok to eat roast pork and caracklin' and some other free advice ... TIA ;)