A good cough is a little frightening. For a couple of reasons.
Hair production OK, but colouration and distribution terrible.
Memory isn't what it was. Er, what was it?
Getting up more tired than when I went to bed.
Hangovers that I really don't deserve.
Situations that I hesitate to enter. Careful, now.
Garments that I can no longer get into. Includes belts and shirts!
$6500 worth of dentistry, and I just broke ANOTHER tooth.
Can't sleep on my side, wake myself snoring on my back.
Can't be bothered to practise, so guitar and concertina slipping.
Can't learn new songs.
Eyes growing dim. Partially blocked artery. Sense of smell going.


Sense of humour undiminished.
I can do anything I really want to.
I'm in a loving relationship.
I don't foul my pants. Yet.

Still prefer life to death. By far.