I thought I knew myself pretty well, but then this old-age thing hit… hard. Both physically and psychologically.
I’m still in Appleton, Wisconsin, as I write, awaiting my second cataract surgery, right eye, tomorrow. The first one went well. I’m not concerned about number two, at least not in and of itself. But I’ve felt myself plunging into a sense of deeper stress, feeling, with increasing regularity – as I stay here with my loving family – like a shrug of nobody.
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