As my Oldtimer & I were winding down the day on Tuesday, I settled into my chair and thought "Darn! It's Tuesday! I should have gone to the East Side Market and used the senior discount!" And then I realized what I was thinking... I'm not even sixty yet, and I'm relishing using a senior discount. That scared me.
Next thing you know, I'll be going to restaurants and ordering a cup of hot water, and hauling my own tea bag out of my purse. (And it will be down there right next to the wad of neatly folded Kleenex and Wrigley's spearmint gum.)