The heat is back, 79°. The nights, though, are pleasant, cool, down into the 60’s, even the high 50’s. The dogs stay close. Nala lies against me keeping us both warm, shades of winter.

My life is quiet. The biggest excitement was my TV remote arrived and with it my Twizzlers, but the Twizzlers are finished. I now have a yellowing dance card, brittle with age. My cozies have become a uniform of sorts. Only my uke gets me dressed and out of the house.

The only part of Sunday left over from my childhood is the quiet in my neighborhood. I don’t hear anything. The chores were yesterday, Saturday chores. The neighborhood was abuzz with lawn mowers, with kids playing and with dogs barking. Sunday is a reset.

When I was young, I wondered about getting old. What was it like? How would I feel? I now know. I guess I’m not really surprised. My head doesn’t know I’m old. My body, though, is a different story. I wonder about the old lady in the mirror with the wrinkles. My body struggles. I have trouble carrying heavy bags or boxes. I keep having to accept limitations, begrudgingly accept.

It has been a long time since I last went to a theater to see a movie, but I watch them all the time on TV. Lately I’ve been watching spy movies and thrillers, but if I find an old science fiction movie, I’m usually hooked. I pop some corn, put my feet up and settle in. I think I just planned my evening.

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