I’m not old.
I’ll be 60 in a couple weeks. I don’t feel 60. At least most of the time.
I can’t really stay up late. I can’t drink like I used to. My knees hurt. And my shoulder. And my elbow. And my left foot. I have a trigger finger on my left hand. My carpel-tunnel in my drawing hand is annoying, but manageable. And I have most of my teeth.
Okay, I’m old.