There’s a few tells that let me know that I am, in fact, getting older. Namely that I make unintentional sounds when unloading the dishwasher or getting clothes from the washer to the dryer; small, almost undetectable, grunts and sighs as if the effort is too much to ask. I heard myself say something that other day that was another tell, so much so I chuckled after the words fell out of my mouth. “They don’t make movies like they used to,” I proclaimed, in response to watching a highly… Continue reading there but not there
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