The Big 70

It has been an eventful week; I turned, if that's the right verb, 70 on Monday spending part of the day attending the funeral of a dear friend; we celebrated with the kids Monday night and later Carole became ill; I thought it was either from too much rich food or from the idea of being married to a seventy year old; however, this morning I've come down with the same thing so suppose it was a virus. You turn seventy and you fall apart.