Our national celebration of overeating is just about over for another year. This year finds me in the company of family in Ohio, where most of us are either pushing or past 60. So it should come as no surprise that our digestive tracts have been a frequent topic of conversation today.
This is not something we would have spent a lot of time discussing when we were all in our 30s. Politics, not polyps, were more apt to be the topic of our conversations.
Such is life.
I don't half mind comparing symptoms. After all, I share genes with some of these folks. What happens to them could predict what will happen to me (thought, thankfully, I'm not a smoker and thus expect to avoid the smoking-related ailments that three of my siblings suffer from).
The good news is that we seem to be keeping our collective sense of humor as we stumble into this next phase of our lives.
I hope we never lose that.
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