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I’m falling. Kids came home for Father’s Day. They must be getting sick of these days. We have about half a dozen birthdays and mother’s and father’s day, wedding anniversaries. I’m falling. Almost every weekend we’re getting together for something. That’s about buying stuff. And eating stuff. I never miss an opportunity to have my kids around me. But I’m not in my 20s. I’m falling. When you wanted to get on with life. With living. I know that’s what they want. I don’t want to get on with anything. I’m falling.