By this point in my evolution, many, many aspects of my day have become highly routinized. Mornings are particularly so. I know I have written about them before so I will spare you the most excruciating recapitulation of it all. In the telling it bores even me.
There comes a point in my morning cycle where I take my one a.m. pill. The problem is, of course, that the whole thing is so systematic that a few minutes later I may not recall whether my memory of taking it is from today or yesterday.
Similar things happen in tennis. Particularly when playing against Adam, after a changeover (in tennis one switches ends of the court after each two games) I often can't recall whether he just served or I did. Thankfully, Adam also gets confused now and again.
Aging is not for the faint of heart, but it beats the alternative.
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