The Last Furlong

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Bags and wrinkles

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Damn! I wanted to look nice tomorrow but I’m not going to.

Here I sit in the middle of the night, unable to sleep. I forgot to take my wretched Shingles protection pill. So I had to get up. And then I needed something to drink it down with from the kitchen.  By the time I got back to bed, I was doomed.

Tomorrow I’m going to be full of bags and wrinkles.

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Author: thelastfurlong

I'm someone also pounding the Path, just like you.. I'm retired, going into Old Age and loving my life. I'm hoping to remain happy and well for as long as possible. Old Age is not SO bad - yet!

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