Our society does not teach us how to get old. When it happens, it comes without warning. Suddenly your knee doesn’t work, or you sleep less. As you come to terms with those, your voice sounds tired and doesn’t hammer nicely as it used to.
I haven’t wet the blankets, yet. The name is a little bit of a shock, for a respectable ledger, but nothing like the shock of discovering that once you get old there’s no going back. Even if you don’t feel old, which is a cruelty most unexpected. So, no, the blankets are not stained with urine. I’m up too many times during the night for that.
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