What the Bathroom Taught Me About Age

At 3 a.m. I went to the bathroom.

I flipped the switch.
Nothing happened.

I flipped it again.
Still nothing.

On. Off. On. Off.
Three times.

Then I complained to my wife, very confidently, that the bathroom light was broken.

Morning came.

I went to the bathroom again.
Flipped the same switch.

The heater turned on.

That’s when I remembered:
that switch was never for the light.

It has always been for the heater.

I’ve been saying I’m getting senile more often these days.
At sixty-six, even the jokes feel like questions.

P.S. Moments like this made me start writing about what really changes after sixty-five, the small things we laugh at, and the quiet worries we don’t always say out loud.
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