It appears, and we're 17 weeks in now so I'm comfortable talking about it, that I'm going to be a granddad. I am stupidly, stupidly delighted. Also very much feeling my mortality. By the time these two boys (twins, heh, male) are twenty, I'm going to be into my seventies.
If I'm honest, was never sure I was actually going to make it past sixty-five. Genealogy was against me (excepting my Dad and most of his brothers) so was reconciled to that.
So it's now a target. Not a cut-off. And I've always been fond of targets.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you all, near and far.
