Going out tonight to an 80th birthday celebration. I am so not going to miss the school lunch line tonight.
You know, parents rent limos so their teens can safely get to and from the prom. Well, our birthday girl’s children are having us old women picked up and returned. The tables do turn.
Getting old sucks. It doesn’t always beat the alternative. I can almost accept my physical decline. But, damn, I hate the mental decline. It gets harder and harder to get the neurons all firing in sync. You can watch it happen to yourself. Cogito, ergo sum.