Last night neither Tom nor I could fall asleep, so we watched Jeopardy on Netflix. We'd seen most of them before. "What's keeping you awake?" I asked.
"I'm worried about my kidneys. I don't want to die." He is 80.
"I don't want to die either," I said. "I want us to go on and on."
We leaned into each other and ate potato chips from the bag in the blue light. You shouldn't really eat potato chips in bed, unless it staves off death.
I love your blog and missed it while you were gone.
ReplyDeleteI got to about 62, before I truly realized where we are all headed in this life. Basically we are headed out of this life.
I am 69 and a half now and still don’t like it one little bit. But I’m healthy and can walk that 3 or 5 miles a day.
Thanks for writing.