When I was about thirty two, somebody described me to my then wife as ‘sagacious.’ I took it as a compliment at the time. I was quite happy to be a wise old man when I was thirty two. Not any more I’m not. Now I want to be thirty two again and bop the guy who called me sagacious.
And if this post gives you a sense of deja-vu, blame ZZ. She keeps declining to marry me until I’m old enough for her.
The logic lost its thread somewhere along the line.
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