Aging: The fog gathers in corners, around the edges. Now and then, wisps, dust balls of memory, float into consciousness, and out again. Sometimes, the memories conflict. You read back, in the journals where those memories were originally recorded and find changes, additions and subtractions. The why this is, is a mystery. Who is the real me, the one I recorded, or the one I remember?
Physically, mentally, I am slower, but my body and mind want to move at the remembered speeds. The result is constant frustration. I am more aware of painful joints. I urinate like a faulty fountain.