Present and here. No accounting for how I've managed to keep all my fingers, thumbs and toes all these years. Dang this sciatica, though. Can't stand to walk far or stand hardly at all. Lately, can't even find a comfortable position to sit or lay down. Nights are forever tossing and turning. Putting my dad's, and also later my mom's, cane to constant use.
Other'n that, life is good. Wife and daughter, who lives close, take good care of me. 16 year-old grandson eager to run errands for me in his new, to him, old pickup truck. Friends and relatives calling and visiting with well wishes. Wife still helps at her favorite sewing/quilting store, when needed. And I can still pluck or strum my stringed things a bit for my own amusement.
So, get off my lawn!!! . . . unless you've got a lawnmower with you.