I'd hate to admit that old age is creeping up on me. . . it's not. It's charging me like a bull eyeing the red shirt I wore today. It's moving along with ever increasing momentum. Faster and faster, nearer and nearer it comes. I'd like to sidestep it but that doesn't seem possible. No 'Ole' for me. I don't want to take this lying down but I may have no choice. It will soon be the only position in which I am comfortable .
:-(
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