Nowadays, if I'm in the store, I can squat down to look at the bottom shelf just fine. But while I'm down there, I always check to see if there's anything else I might want, because the trip back up is going to be no party. And I won't be wanting to make another if I can avoid it. Don't get me wrong, I can do as many deep-knee bends as I ever did. I just do them one at a time. It takes a little longer to do a full set that way, a week or two, but I'm in no hurry.
The other day I got a phone call. It was a recorded message by a very serious sounding young woman, who informed me that "The FBI reports there is a home break-in every fifteen seconds." I figured if that was the case I probably ought to put on some pants. After all, if company's coming, you don't want to be caught unawares, so to speak. But by the time I actually got around to getting dressed, fully half the state could have broken in.
I reached a new low in my personal adventures the other day. I was in the store again, and I thought of something I wanted to check on. By the time I was looking at the shelf behind me, I'd forgotten why I'd turned around. I didn't even last a hundred and eighty degrees. And I have every reason to believe it's all downhill from here. Stupid gravity.
They say the mind is the first to go. And who am I to argue?