And so I woke up this morning in my room at the Intercontinental Hotel with the realization that I was a 44 year old man………………with hemorrhoids.
There are warning signs I am getting old. I have started making weird “old man” noises when I get up from sitting down and it’s not only the hair on my head that is grey. I am, however, still on my first marriage, haven’t actually lost any hair yet and I’m fit enough not to need a stair lift – so things aren’t all bad.
Last night while at the Heat basketball game (more about that later) someone really annoying told me that when you turned 40 you had to take a really hard look at your life and if you hadn’t got your act together, now was the time. When you get to 50, he said, if you still hadn’t got your act together it’s too late. So I’ve started writing a sort of five-year plan.
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