Okay, you're now officially past it.

By the end of this month you'll have forgotten things, like the numbers for door locks and passwords and stuff. By the end of next month you'll be walking through "Amnesia Machines" which are also known as doorways. By Christmas you'll be forgetting where you laid your ear trumpet and scrounging around for your cane. By New Year's you'll REALLY come apart: forgetting to zip up when you remember to put on your pants, hanging out with other old geezers down at the coffee shop and discussing your bowel movements, reading the obituaries before anything else in the paper, saying things like "Now I remember back in..." and "Kids today are so..." and "That ain't the way I learned it back in...." Then there will be the good moments, such as seeing a beautiful woman walk past you, spinning on your cane to look at her and muttering to your companion "Ah, if I was only seventy years younger...."