Aging is hard work!
I had a nasty realization this morning: I’ve become high maintenance.
And it appears to all be related to aging.
Once upon a time, I used to be able to spring out of bed, wash my face and comb my hair, and be ready to greet the day. Every other day, add a shower and hair wash, and I was good to go — the hair could air-dry on the way to work, and all was good. I was clean, presentable, and alert.