At dinner last night, at a table near mine, three 100+-year-old men were dining with a near-90-year-old woman. She is the long-time companion of the youngest of the three.
That got me thinking.
If I am very lucky, or very unlucky, I could be living here in the Old Bat’s Cave for another twenty years.
All three men live in independent living. They do their own laundry. They move around the building under their own power. They enjoy wine with dinner and say yes to dessert.
I often see the oldest of them out walking, well beyond the grounds. So it’s possible.
The idea of still being in this same room, a perfectly nice 590-square-foot room, in 2046 is… unsettling.
On the positive side, if I make it another 20 years, I will have survived #47 and his Reign of Terror.
So there’s that.
And then there is this.
Another grocery-store horror:
Stay safe, people.
We’re going to need every one of you in November.