Time

There is an essay in this morning’s StPeteTimes regarding ‘time’ as it relates to old age. In part, it reads: “Guess what, kiddies, your golden years are the time when you’re suddenly aware that time is short and getting shorter every day; and it exactly coincides with your increasing inability to do the things you’d planned to do.”

I sort of take exception: I’m damn near 90 years old and I can’t think of a thing that I’ve missed doing that I had planned to do. Oh yes, there were things left undone, that should’ve been done, but I didn’t ‘plan’ on doing them, simply because I didn’t want to....