Inching Toward Eighty
Or the joys of turning 78.
A friend says age is only a number. I beg to differ. My body tells me otherwise, and so do other people. My wife keeps telling me to act my age. I tell her I would, but I don’t know how.
My body creaks, but I can still get out of bed in the morning, dress myself, and move about on my own. “Vertical and taking sustenance,”…