It is Saturday morning. I look forward to the weekends all through my work week. But, often, when the reality is upon me, I find my fantasizing is ill-founded.
This morning upon awakening, Tom first noted that his shoulder was stiff, then that he needed to go pee. I giggled and said, that is the joy of aging: the first moments of consciousness: I ache, I need to pee... To which he added, "and then you think 'Damn, I'm alive for another day.'"
And so it continues. This is his reality. Not mine.
I choose to remember Richard Dawkins' admonishment ...