It has finally happened. I woke up the other day, got myself some coffee, and went out to talk with another driver I work with. I could hardly believe my ears, but I heard a familiar voice say "I'm chilly". The Voice was my own! I was complaining that the air was chilly. I'm never chilly; I'm comfortable right up to the point I become cold. Old people are chilly (and of course women, but that's a story for another day). This can only mean one thing. I'm old. I became old last Thursday morning. Did I become old in my sleep the night before? Must be; I had no sensation of growing old the day before. This weekend I'll need to go out and buy some sweaters (I own none) and practice my new way of living as an old person. What do we eat? What will I listen to for music? I know my current taste in music is unacceptabe as old people music. Benny Goodman, maybe " Hey you damn kids, get off my lawn!"
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