Being 68 years old has brought with it some sad news. It’s a gut feeling, no numbers kept, but my peer group by age, 68, has diminished more than any other age, and not by just a little. Nobody, of course, knows when their last day is.
My gut also tells me to eat as best I can and to exercise. I want to live many more years.
I listen to all of the noise about what I should be doing, spit out what I think are the bones and Keep Going.