I have reached an age where I might as well acknowledge my years and the gradual effects they have on me. For instance, I now have hearing aids in both ears. My natural hearing is fine, it's just that everyone around me was mumbling, slurring, and whispering when they talked to me. My pride made me hesitate, but it is assuaged by the fact that the devices are very hard to spot. They are smaller than a congressperson's conscience. So small, in fact, that I sometimes can't find them. I mean, my vision (corrected through cataract surgery) is perfect. And as soon as I can find my reading glasses I should be able to find the devices somewhere in the mess on my desk, if I can just remember where.
