Old age

I am beginning to experience old age as a tad pathetic. The smallest chore can be a challenge: brushing my teeth, making a pot of coffee. Trying to write, I begin one false start after another. Reading my last plays, I realize I will never be that good again. Fortunately I still love cooking and planning our meals. The new dog presents distraction and play. Jazz still moves me.

But the end is near. I can feel it.