Am I always surprised by the 50+ on the label?
My first thought this morning: I mistakenly purchased the wrong bottle of supplements.
And then I remember: Oh, right, that’s me.
Though apparently I reserve some measure of doubt.
A refusal to be aged out of society?
I suspect something more elemental–a wonder to have been oneself for so many years.
And now, alas, I can’t remember:
Have I taken the supplement or just marveled over my relationship to the label again?