I went to my primary care doctor today.
She outweighs me by about 80 pounds, but is competent.
I'm pretty fit for a 77 year old man who grew up in West Virginia and smokes and drinks white wine.
Go figure.
My vital signs are really good.
My mind in not so good.
I forget things.
Today, after I fixed my lunch, I left the burner on. Bern caught it though it was on low.
Shame on me.
But I want to live a while.
Next year is Bern and mine 55th anniversary.
She was 20 and I was 23.
So we've been married to nearly 2/3 of our lives.
Imagine that....