Lab Notes
Anchoring a New Octave
July 20, 2026
On Turning Seventy-Five, and Forty Years In.
I am turning seventy-five in August. Daniel and I cross forty years the same week.
Best friends. Intimates. Parents. Business partners. Personal consultants. So many roles, held in one full sweep, that I still stop breathing at times trying to take him all in.
Forty years keep teaching me that I am bigger than my own walls. Each of us is. My hypothesis and 40 year report. A celebration.
Not everyone wants to stay when it gets hard. This is for the ones who do.
Happy Anniversary Babes!
Three Songs For This Note
♪ Open I Just Like It When My Baby Is Right, in its own room.♪ Open Grand Reunion, in its own room.
♪ Open 75 Years, 40 Together, in its own room.
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