A simple day spent mostly at home

My father turns 80 in two days. When I think of 80, I think, wow, he's getting old! But you know, he's not acting or feeling old so I'm going to start thinking he's old when he's 90. That's verging on old.

I made a cake for him today - hence the eggs. And it seems symbolic - my father made me, I made my son - the circle of life and all that.

My father was quietly happy tonight with his family surrounding him. Not to mention the chocolate!