I'm melting.  I'm meeellllting!  Or at least it looks like it.  As I was pulling on some tights this morning I noticed that the skin on my legs, and especially my knees, seems to be trying to separate from my body.  It's all loose and dimply and hanging!  Gad aging sucks.  At the teachers meeting today, just me and the old, come-out-of-retirement-to-travel-the-world, Canadian guy were over 50.  At lunch all the young ones talk about meeting at clubs or restaurants to listen to music.  About staying out til 2 a.m. to close the bars down.  All I can think about when I get home is crawling into bed with a good book.  Speaking of which, I've been reading up a storm.  That is a definite advantage to working in a library.  I just finished Distant Hours which is a sort of modern Gothic. (Long and atmospheric).   Then Peter Mayle's A Dog's Life, a funny, quick, on the back of the toilet book.  Now I'm reading the memoirs of playwright, Simon Gray (or Grey?) , the year he turned 66 and starting receiving senior citizen benefits.  It's hilarious and unfortunately I can relate to so much he's saying.  I think I'll go drown my sorrows in a glass of Dolcetto.  xxoo me