In middle age, I practiced feeling old, but the real thing has been a rude surprise.
Moderation in all things is best, but it's pretty hard to get excited about it.
At the end of every diet, the path curves back to the trough.
Repetition comforts me for a time, then closes in.
Cats are inquisitive, but hate to admit it.
The narcissist enjoys being looked at and not looking back.