One day, things begin to change. You don’t remember exactly when, but they do. You start getting out of bed a little slower, a little more reluctantly. You find yourself moving toward the bathroom a bit unsteadily, and your back is creaking like an old floor. You look at yourself in the mirror and you see a stranger. Who the hell is that frightening-looking man? How did he get in the house? He’s old.
You and Sarah were on the same wave length (is that the right phrase?) this week. I have been on it since part of me entered the 80s. Humor will get us through it. Thanks for this. J
The man in the mirror
You and Sarah were on the same wave length (is that the right phrase?) this week. I have been on it since part of me entered the 80s. Humor will get us through it. Thanks for this. J