On the one hand, I feel less bad about my battles with aging, relatively speaking. On the other hand, it isn't a competition, you're only competing with yourself (and/or the Grim Reaper). I increasingly understand why old people have to stop to rest while walking. And I'm increasingly shocked by how tired I get from things like pulling weeds in my gravel driveway. When I moved to Kentucky I started finding white hairs in my sideburns. Tonight I realized pretty much everything from the ears down is white (I read somewhere that hair goes grey faster when you cut it and, having been in the military, I've had short hair on the sides of my head for a very long time). I've got about a 5# curtain of fat on my belly (and probably around my liver) that I'm trying to address, but it's much more difficult than it was even 4 years ago. And the filing system of my brain has gotten slow enough that I've given up on trying to get on "Jeopardy!". (At this point it's sad. I'll be watching and there'll be a clue and I'll go "fuck it, I know that, but there's no way I'm going to retrieve it before the buzzer".) That's about all that comes to mind. Oh, and getting up between 2am and 5am to go to the bathroom is pretty much routine at this point. Oh, and the glasses I now need to wear to comfortably read the computer screen. Nearsighted as a kid. LASIK in my early 30s. Reading glasses for the last 5-6 years.
