THOUGHTS As 41 looms with no lockdown restrictions, I sit with quiet bitterness as I watch the fresh 40 arrivals throwing bashes and soirees. Even I wanted to land on the fourth floor with panache, not the thud of restricted numbers and social distancing. Worse still, I was mid-initiation so the restrictions were even tighter. Higher risk, paranoid, sick friends couldn't come. I couldn't stay past dusk. I should have known though, because all my decades were eventful. In my 10s, there were major losses. In my 20s, I had no home, and I lost my mom in my 30s. At 40,1 was finally following my calling.
It has been interesting, this fourth floor arrival. First of all, let me say, for a second it sounded sexy being told ‘Welcome…
