Common Tern

To everything – tern, tern, tern
There is a season – tern, tern, tern
And a time to every purpose under heaven

Apologies to the Byrds, but if they can’t spell birds correctly, I don’t see why I should be expected to get their lyrics right. Yesterday was a long hard drive from the cabin on Lake Superior, back home here in Saint Louis. I did this drive by myself, leaving Anne to summer at the cabin, while I’m left to simmer in the Lou. It was fourteen hours from start to finish. I was certainly tired and a little bleary-eyed when I crossed the Mississippi into Saint Louis. I know this, because I made a bad tern. Instead of taking the Poplar Street Bridge, I found myself on the new Stan Musial Bridge and on my way to Kansas City. I had to exit immediately and drive across downtown. All of which added extra miles to an already too long drive.

I worked today and I think that it is safe to say that any respite that I might have earned from my week away from work had pretty much worn off by nine o’clock. I also got an early birthday present of sorts from the company today. Because of our advancing age, the company will be raising the premium that we pay for our supplemental life insurance coverage. They’ll be jacking it up a whooping 35%. The price of approaching decrepitude is not going to be cheap. On the plus side though, we both recently received favorable reports from our respective physicians. So it doesn’t look like either of us will be profiting from either ours or our spouse’s life insurance policies, at least in the near tern. That still leaves accidental death though and I think that if I repeated yesterday’s driving stunt too often that would become a concern. Interestingly, the premiums for AD&D did not change at all. I guess with age should come reason.