Experienced a revelation this morning. I wear a mask when out and about. I'm 71 and my wife is 64. I'm tired of Covid and feel it's been mishandled. The mask debate has become political, Yes masks are hot, uncomfortable and a hassle. Having lived on this earth for 71 years experiencing highs and lows, as we all have. If having to wear a mask is the toughest thing you ever do, you are getting off easy.
Now to the topic, Growing old is not for sissies. The anti mask people are infor a rude awakening as they approach old age, God help them. The following is a conversation between my wife and I this morning.
wife: " I weighed the same weight for 5 days, then I lost one pound, and the next day I lost a half a pound."
Me: "Then you shit your britches."
wife: "No, I shit my britches the day before."