Senior Living

Often as we age, we settle into our familiar routines. They are comforting and provide a sense of control: we don’t have to think, it’s automatic.

It is 3:15 on a Sunday afternoon. And as I am writing, my eyelids are slowly, unwillingly closing; my fingers are losing consciousness — typing a row of ZZZZZZZZZZZZ’s — and I know, from these telltale signs, it must be time for a nap.