Went to my first military funeral today. It's a relief that it was for someone who died of natural causes. Godspeed, Uncle Garth.
It was also my grandpa's birthday, so we went out to the Yardhouse. He can't drink anymore because of the meds he's on, so he ordered me an extra beer and insisted I enjoy it. I had two Breckenridge Vanilla Porters and a Stone Sublimely Self-Righteous Ale.
Nothing else to add, I guess. Enjoy life, youth, health while you got 'em.