My wife makes fun of me as I pick up the latest issue of Reader’s Digest.
“You’re so old.”
“But I like Reader’s Digest.”
“Yeah, that makes you old.”
I think about this claim as I adjust my glasses.
“And those silver rimmed glasses make you look old.”
I worry about looking old. I worry about getting old. I worry about my life. I worry about my wife. Is she going through menopause? I worry about getting cancer. I worry about fake news. I worry about the amount of trash piling up in our country. I worry about earwax. What’s earwax for anyway? I wonder why I worry and how to stop.