Apparently a major marker of crossing sixty is one gets to revisit the indignities attendant upon turning fifty. Thought I had slipped past this one as I’m now sixty-one. But apparently my doctor keeps records. Never did like her… So, today I’m eating green jello, drinking green gatorade (god, I hate gatorade) and this evening I drink some other nasty fluids planning on then spending large amounts of time in the loo, followed by getting up in the middle of... Read more