A few moments ago, I had an experience I knew was probably coming. The thought of it was hiding in the back of my mind, safely tucked away where it could be easily ignored. That is, until I received the email message. It was a message from the government informing me that since I recently turned 64, I may be thinking of signing up for Medicare. Well, the thought had crossed my mind, thank you very much, but I had successfully ignored it … until the email.
I used to fall back on a joke I heard a few years ago that made me chuckle. “I’m at that awkward age, too young for Medicare and too old for women to care.” Now, I suppose that line is no longer valid. Well, the Medicare part of it, anyway.