recognizing that you are old, and remembering times long past. Frequently, in my mind, I mistake myself for being young -- though the fact that I am old is just one of a growing list of things I forget these days. When I encounter an old friend in the grocery store, we find ourselves talking about aches and pains, until we recognize we are doing what old folks seemed to always do when we were young. ("Oh, my fucking shoulder! It's miserable!" "Yeah, my knee is killing me. My doctor wants to do ...."

It went slow at the time, but now it seems to have gone by too fast.