Growing up, there were plenty of kids on my street for after dinner hide and seek or capture the flag games, daylight permitting. However, I was often the first to leave because I had “things to do” (whatever that meant).

Seven decades later, I find myself without “things to do” sometimes. Yesterday when my every moment was scheduled, I thought about how times have changed.

I got an early start for my class in Cambridge because the snow accumulation reduces parking spaces.  From class I walked 20 minutes to meet friends for lunch, trudged back to the car and got “home” for a talk about medical aid in dying followed by eating my dinner accompanied by a Zoom meeting update on my now-almost-demolished former condo building.

The next day, I recovered.

Another reminder that 80-somethings are not what they used to be.Things