You know the scene in “When Harry Met Sally” where Sally is sobbing hysterically on Harry’s shoulder about her recent ex marrying on the rebound? And she throws in a non-sequitur that she’s going to be 40.
I had that moment of panic today. David and I were at the tennis club (sounds swanky, so isn’t) playing tennis as the kids were running round chasing tennis balls and enjoying the sun. I was overcome by a feeling akin to, “oh isn’t summer and sun so absolutely wonderful”. It lasted about one minute before I went into full on panic mode.