there was a ring lardner book called symptoms of being 35 written in the 1920s that always sounded to me like symptoms of being 55. being 35 in the 1920s i reasoned is like being 55 now.
being in one's mid forties is like being in one's mid thirties at the beginning of the last century.
here are some symptoms i've encountered recently:
today i had to fill out an insurance form and it required writing information from my check (which i also had to attach). i studied the microscopic print on the bank's address for many minutes--moving the check to various angles, looking for the right combination of light and focus which would enable me to determine if the zip code contained two sixes, two eights, or a six and an eight. i ended up looking up the bank online to get larger print.
we had a party at the house last friday, and the part of it that most satisfied me was that everyone was gone by 10:30 and i was asleep by 11:00.
my neck hurt today, and the reason wasn't a great strain or car accident. i had looked up at the ceiling.
i look forward to tomorrow evening, because i have nothing to do.