It’s the 67th day of my 67th year, a date I circled on the calendar. Unlike Route 66 that served as the theme for my 66th, I’ve yet to find a suitable subject line for celebrating this calendar year of my life. I did make a list of 67 things to do before I turn 68 (See Post #642). I’ve already accomplished a dozen of these items, despite the fact that many of them are monthly, weekly or daily commitments over the course of the year. New shoes, dinner at French Laundry, gatherings with old friends in former towns where we once lived, kayaking, and home improvement projects have been dutifully crossed-off, so I’m on-track for another great ride.

I’ve finished the 7 seasons of Game of Thrones, anticipating the 8th and final installment, although I had never planned on watching it at all, and it certainly didn’t appear on my list. I was satisfied with Queen Cersei Lannister’s “walk of atonement,” as a satisfying punishment for her cruelty (poetic justice). (See Post #718). However, she quickly rebounded as if nothing had happened. Many of the skeleton’s in the Lannister closet reminded me of my Bannister birth name and the associated soap-operaish condemnation of “bastards” and “incest.” I have at least 67 hours invested in watching the award-winning series that I refer to as “Lannister World.”

The “Leadership Meeting” is on for today as scheduled, while “Cooking Night” and “Date Night” were out-of-sync this week. This always confuses me on what day it actually is, since in retirement the traditional work week is no longer the measure. It now starts with “Meatless Monday” and a “Schnauzerthon” on Sunday followed by putting out the trash. Weekends, Holidays, and Vacations are no longer goals of attainment, but rather just regular days of the year. Every day is now the same, defined anymore by routine activities. Running continues to be the way I start every single day, with today being number 3,596 of my unbroken consecutive streak. It still remains the toughest thing I do every day, even dating back to when I would get the miles in before going to work each morning.

There’s a baseball card show tomorrow, and a fellow collector’s breakfast on Monday. These are both activities outside of the routine, until we travel again later this month. In the meantime, I will continue to “supervise” those who are working on our house. They’re helping me eat the remainder of the Halloween candy after a disappointing turnout by neighborhood trick-or-treaters. Tonight, my wife & I will escape the interior chaos of tarps and ladders for dinner at McCormick’s. Admittedly, neither of us have done a very good job of staying away from “white food” that has helped both of us lose some weight over the past few months. I’ve cheated on ice cream, chocolate candy, beer, cookies, even some pasta, and probably 67 other ways, so the scales have not been friendly,