Birthday Bash.  Fabulous party last night for my boss's one and only son, a very successful doctor and handsome 50 year old whose lovely wife arranged this surprise for a pretty large crowd, all friends of the honoree.  My 67th year started today with only Pete sending an email, but some Facebook friends acknowledged my anniversary.  The price I pay for total independence is loneliness, admittedly it would be nice to have a friend, a hard act to follow, considering the last 24 years.   There has been no phone call.  Nice witches say please and thank you. Bad witches die alone of poison soup.