There are many joys of aging, such as discounts at stores and services, using it as a convenient excuse for being forgetful, and smiling that few thieves would know how to drive my stick shift VW Beetle.
I can also stop obsessing about everything I wanted to do before I was 60 (or 70), because, well, it’s too late now. It’s a blessing in a disguise of gray hair.
But there are downsides, too. Like dealing with Medicare, assuming I can find doctors that will accept Medicare.
Or figuring out why the keyboard on my laptop (yes, it’s old, too) doesn’t work so well. Four keys have stopped working: 1...
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