1. I remembered a passage from a children’s book (The Princess and the Goblin) about getting old:
“It is so silly of people to fancy that old age means crookedness and witheredness and feebleness and sticks and spectacles and rheumatism and forgetfulness! It is so silly! Old age has nothing whatever to do with all that. The right old age means strength and beauty and mirth and courage and clear eyes and strong painless limbs.”
I am going to stick with that philosophy and the New York Times can just stop with their old-age-fear-mongering.
2. Toby says, “OMG Mom, quit worrying about everything. And probably get more sleep like me.”
