With another birthday coming soon, I am reminded, especially by my wife, that I am not as young as I used to be. I can't do what I used to do, or, at least not as fast.
Even my Dr. commented the other day when I was in to see him...
"Bill, I am afraid I have some bad news. You are dying." The Dr. told me...
"Well, How ling do I have?" I asked nervously.
"Ten" he replied.
"TEN! TEN what?! Months, weeks, Years?" I asked excitedly.
To which he replied..."Nine...."
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