wish

 Sixty-seven years old exactly today and that is one of these annual events that are no longer good for joy but just serve as a reminder that time is passing and things are not really going any where. And the weather is getting colder, as it should at this time of year.The luxury of sleeping a bit longer leads to a waste of time, but there is not so much to do with the time any way. There is simply not enough to do in any sense of cooperation. Everything has to be done alone, for it is understandable that nobody has any time to waste.

And there is no wish to impose upon others, as an old bloke getting on everybody's nerves. That is not the way to go either.

The son left for work earl today, but he will not tell what is going on, or whether or not this work is any kind of a pleasure or not.

Let us get on with this day, perhaps there will be a letter in the mail, expressing kind regards from the bank.

Mechanical wishes are better than no wishes.