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LOVE it!! Thanks David. I identify with all of them. Well; except for #9.  (I don't wear glasses.)

Good stuff unfortunately it all applies to me.

@bob-jackman + for me to.

I will keep these in mind as I approach 70.

LOL....all true.....#6 sure resonates with me!

Great! I don't wear glasses either. I should because I can't see. But I like saying, "I don't wear glasses." This is probably due to my brain cells being fewer than when I was younger. 

@jkuvakas I love your positive attitude about denial of aging JK; I don't need glasses either as far as I'm concerned but wear them anyway as the rose lens tint gets me through the day.  Same goes for hearing aids...IMO they just promote "overlistening", which leads to domestic disputes.

@jack-dodds, what? Speak up, young man! At least you look young...albeit kinda fuzzy.

what? Speak up, young man! At least you look young...albeit kinda fuzzy.

@jkuvakas "Young man" you say?  "Young looking" you say?  Bless you and your perspective my same-age friend and "back atcha".  My wife calls it deluded immature denial; at least that's my impression from the intermittent bits of her comments I hear.  The "fuzz" effect you refer to is the result of being a cop for 27 years, I suppose...

Oh man, I can relate to all of them.  And what's worse is today I'm four years past 70. 

I don't care what anyone says, the clock ticks faster when we're old.  Back in my working days, on Sunday I always wished Monday wasn't tomorrow.  When Monday came, honest to God it was the longest day of the forthcoming week. 

Tuesday was the, "didn't I just leave here day?", with Wednesday (aka Hump Day) being, sort of numbing while thinking, "is this week ever going to end?". 

Then when Thursday rolled around, the reflections of the past three days became a blur and I wished the weekend could be tomorrow. 

Finally, "it's Friday!" and just like Monday, the day seems to have clocks that don't move forward.  Friday night, it was "wind down" time, while realizing that tomorrow (Saturday) the entire day is planned out with chores and running around.  Saturday night, I was preparing for Sunday, with the haunting vision that Monday is pretty darn close. 

Now in retirement, and let me say it's "the best job I've ever had", time speeds by "faster than a speeding bullet".  Seldom do I actually really know what day it really is, as Monday comes, flashes by and suddenly it's Friday! 

I stop and think, "was there a Monday this week?", and sometimes seriously wondering if there was even a Hump Day.  By the time Saturday dawns, I'm looking at the calendar to see what is scheduled for next week. 

But reality is, it's "Second Verse Same As the First".