Philosophy of aging

I can feel Old Father Time kicking me in the buns out of 2021. little New Year’s baby is cooing and wooing me to enter 2022 and add a new year to my life. I just finished my physical workout. I am exhausted; wiped out. I can’t understand why. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I was born in 1940. If I figure this thing right, I am 81. I am happy to have survived and to proclaim this…