The manifold joys of ageing

A few days ago I got an email from an old friend in Calgary, recently retired. He can't sleep, feels shitty half the day, but by the way, let's hike the Bruce Trail from Wiarton to Tobermory. 

Then tonight, I had a phone chat with my old pal Kipling, who felt compelled to share in excruciatingly graphic detail how his digestive tract has been complicating his life, but by the way...

These guys are in what's called "denial."

And so am I.

Let's face it; we're getting old.