I woke up on this 50 degree October Saturday morning with a definite urge to pandiculate.  I'll wait here while you rush off to look up "pandiculate"...Come right back, OK?   

It occurs to me this morning that life is simply a series of opportunities to wake up and yawn and stretch.  To wake up...open my eyes and see things differently than I saw them yesterday.  To yawn...breathe deeply and take in enough oxygen to fire up those synapses and initiate all those other mysterious and metallurgical processes that occur in a middle aged body every morning.  To stretch...to reach out, to put forth, to extend to full length. 

Yep.  That's what I want to talk about here. 

The pandiculations of life after 50.  How grateful I am (at my age) to be "per-pandicul-ar" instead of horizontal in this life.  Not wanting to open a "Pand-iculat-ora's" box here, but there are so many ways we can wake up to life no matter what our age.  And last but not least, at the risk of seeming to pontificate instead of pandiculate, today I'll keep my eyes open, breathe, and reach out wherever I can. 

Hope and pray you'll do the same.

Going back now for my second cup of coffee.  More later....