It'll be okay, Amos. Really. Being sixty isn't bad. I've been sixty since February and nothing important has fallen off or anything. I mean, the wrinkles aren't painful or anything, and you can get a lot of reading done during the extra time you'll be spending on the...well, you'll get a lot of reading done. Of course, you'll probably forget where you put your trifocals, but that's nothing because you'll also forget where you put your dentures and your cane, what your name is, where you live, and who that woman is who lives in your house. The extra sleep you get will almost compensate for the other things you used to do in the bed, only you won't remember what they were.

None of this has happened to me, but I hear a lot of talk.