The radiologist, after asking my date of birth, inquired about how it felt to be 70.  I said, like a 17 year old trying to drive her grandfather’s model T.  The mind is still young but the chassis is an antique.  Hard to start and not running at top speed.  She let out a laugh and said she never heard that discription before but it sure summed up the situation that she sees most women my age feeling.

As I tell my husband, at our age we may speak of a hot night but foreplay may be it.  In our minds the little red engine that could 50 years ago, today, is just all steamed up but just can’t.

The nodoz we took in college to keep us up studying for a big exam, we now use to get us through the 6 o’clock news.