I am well aware that I am seventy years of age. I probably
spend too much time reflecting upon what this means. I do not live the quick-paced life that I did
a few years ago, when hurrying to be on time at the office, or a meeting or the
airport. Then my mind was occupied with tasks and commitments. Not so much any
longer. Living in this retirement
segment of my life permits perhaps too much time to consider the things that
are happening to me physically. I still go the gym each morning at 6 AM, but
that doesn’t eliminate entirely the affects of a lifetime of wear and tear on
joints. Osteo-arthritis in certain seasons is problematic for me. I am not
pleased that my hearing and my vision is declining and I mention it only
because it is noticeable to me now in these past few years.
