One of my favorite readers, Joy Rothke, has an essay in today's Chicago Tribune.
I'm relatively young--as least compared to Bob Hope or Strom Thurmond, but I've must face the truth that physical decay has begun its inexorable march.
I've got hot flashes that no amount of estrogen or soy products controls. I've got tendonitis that was exacerbated by the extreme sports of grating hard cheese and packing a plethora of boxes for a move earlier this year.
Go read the whole thing while it's still free. And don't let her fool you. She is fabulous.
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