My mom called me last night about 10 p.m. to tell me that 36 years ago she decided it was time to go to the hospital. I arrived at 8:10 the next morning. I'm sorry that I kept her waiting.I was up early this morning to run - got dressed - put on my shoes - and then decided I wasn't going. It was my birthday present to me. Instead, I made some coffee, sat down, and made a list of 25 things I want to do this year and beyond. That's what my friend Amy wrote about in her book Twice As Much in Half the Time. She did, and I'm gonna take her advice.