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It’s a worry I try not to think about. The onset of senility, the threat of dementia. It’s something I don’t want to face.
Yesterday I sent two emails out on something I’d just discovered. Both replies came back that I mentioned that already.
Today I looked around at the cars driving straight through an intersection, trying to make my own way through the traffic but they wouldn’t stop. Where are their stop signs? When did they pull them all out? Horns blared at me as I pulled out in a left turn realizing I was still several intersections away from where I thought I was turning.
It’s something I do have to think about, but something I won’t tell my husband, just yet.
It’s something I need first to discuss with myself.
I like this a lot, especially the ending. It’s a scary situation. If you could see me you’d see that I keep my eyes shut to the thought of all this.
Me too, Marcus. Me too.