Many days I catch myself thinking, "I knew I'd be like this someday, but I always thought I'd be 82 and not 62."

I don't think I LOOK 82 (though who knows), but I FEEL 82 and I ACT 82. I move like an old lady. I tire out like an old lady. Once I told my daughter, "Just think of me the way you'd think of somebody 20 or 30 years older."

She thought I was being "poor me", but I was serious. I wanted her to consider that the ride might be too long, the commotion might be too much, I might need longer to decide, etc.

Paradoxically, sometimes I look at myself in the mirror and think, "How can I be 62? I don't FEEL 62." Go figure.