That ache in my knee is back. I can't find my glasses even though I must have been wearing them when I got to the office and I haven't left my desk since I sat down. And no matter how long I stood in front of the mirror this morning brushing madly away, I got absolutely no cooperation from my hair. Either of them.
This whole aging thing is not the laugh riot I had been led to expect.
So I was already grumpier than usual when I pressed my nose to the computer screen a little while ago, squinted at my e-mail and found yet another study delineating how many chronic illnesses I—as a certified member of the baby boom generation—can expect to come down with over the next decade or so. Two, if I'm lucky. More, if I'm less so. Ah, the golden years beckon.
This is not all about me, of course. The number of Americans 55 and older will soar in the next 20 years, hitting 107.6 million by 2030, according to the Census Bureau. And any number of savage beasts are nipping at our heels and other body parts...
