I'm getting older.....

I'm getting older. It's not a depressing thought - but it IS true. Here are the harsh signs that have led me to draw this concusion.

• The other day I watched a squirrel for an uncomfortably long time. I enjoyed it. All I need is an afghan, a comfy chair, an attentive nurse and a good laxative.
• I'm on week two of glasses. Sure I've needed reading glasses but that made me look studious. Now I wear bi-focals. My lenses are called "progressive" but there's nothing progressive about going from nothing to two lenses. And when it depresses me, I can't even hang my head in despair. When I do I can't read what I'm typing!
• I'm out of RAM. In a gigabyte world, I have a 512 memory. It occurred to me why I keep forgetting things. In order to make room for one new thing to remember, I have to make room. There's no way to control what I will forget in order to make room for the new memory. So I remember where I left my keys and forget my zip code. That doesn't seem fair.
• I measure my time in the bathroom by chapters. It used to be short, concise articles. The good news is I'm reading more than any other time in my life.

There is some good news. I'm learning to love the journey and chill out about the destination. Of course ... I can't always remember the destination.