By pass the shelf

I got up this morning and went out to get in my car only to discover the check air in tires light on.  That shouldn't be a problem in a Honda.  In theory you just drive over to the service department, honk your horn, they open the door, you drive in, they inflate your tires, and you drive out. Today there was a line two deep and four long outside the door. Annoyed I drove over to Midas, but when I went in there was a new picture on the counter. Adrian is gone!  I don't know the new guy and he wasn't at the counter. I left there too. I ended up going home and going back to Honda later this morning when there was no line.  Instant service. Job done.

I joined the neighborhood talk fest for a bit before coming in to rearrange my apartment. Suddenly overwhelmed by fatigue I nearly dropped into my chair and I would have been worried, but a friend pointed out this morning that I am actually doing a lot more than I have for months, so it makes sense that it wears me out.

Last month it was still a big deal to walk to the mailbox every couple of days.

It would be easy to write off everything to old age, but one does not become old overnight. However it is easier to lose energy as you age so it becomes even more important to keep going, to push a bit even. I don't want a misdiagnosis by a doctor to end up being my ticket to the shelf.

I keep hearing Dory's voice in my head. "Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming." And that gives you an idea of how old I am today.