"Feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it." - William Arthur Ward

No, that's not me.

I did a personal best at the gym this afternoon, more reps of this particular circuit than I've done before. I wonder what that means.

Early this morning I had a text conversation with a friend in Seattle whose mother seems to be nearing the end of her life. She'll be 99 in a few days.

This morning I sat at Starbucks going over my message and slides for Sunday, and because I was waiting for a phone call I didn't have my earbuds in. That's why I overheard the conversation between a very distinguished old lady and her very distinguished son (my age?) sitting three feet to my right. They were talking about errands she wanted to run today, stores she needed to get to, and family stuff. At one point I interrupted to say, "I'm jealous." I explained that I can't have those conversations with my parents because of the distance that separates us.

As it turns out, she's 89 and lives here in Sun City, and he lives in Minnesota, out here for a week to see his mom. So our circumstances are very similar. She's still able to travel back to MN once or twice a year, so that's a difference (my folks can't travel), but they agreed that visits are too few, too far between, and too short.

I went from Starbucks to Costco to pick up a few things. On the way home I was second in line behind a new Buick (old Sun City people) in a left turn lane at 83rd and Bell. It's a light that only allows a turn when the arrow is green, which it wasn't. The man driving the Buick was stopped, but then suddenly made his left turn and drove on through the intersection.
About three miles down the road we were side-by-side at the red light at Bell and 99th. My window was down and I motioned for the wife to roll hers down, which she did.
"Do you realize you ran a red light back there?"
She said, "No. But they're so hard to see."
At that point our light turned green and I didn't want to hold up the cars behind us, so I made my right turn and they proceeded on.

I'm older than I was, but I still managed a PR this afternoon.
This morning my friend and I talked about his 98-year old mom as she approaches the end of her physical life.
I also interacted briefly with an elderly mother and son in the midst of a visit requiring a cross-country trip.
And then watched an old man drive through a red light, completely unaware that he'd done so.

Today was about age.