Despite being a card carrying member of the Curmudgeon Societé Generale, a group not widely viewed as a laugh riot, I have some very witty, clever, funny friends who have helped sustain me lo these many years.
Sadly, they too have aged along with me. And are suffering from a variety of old age ills...along with me. In past Repors, I have mentioned how conversations too often veer towards shared medical maladies and comparing medications and the like. Such are the joys of aging.
I've also noticed that words don't come to me as quickly as they used to - one often pauses in the middle of a conversation while our addled brain searches for the word we were intending to use.
For these witty friends, they find it's hard to be funny when they can't remember the right words for the punch line in real time.
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