I ask my wise self for helpful, healthy answers: As I grow older, what can I do to avoid harmful lifestyle pitfalls? I like to keep looking up towards the bright sides of life, but this afternoon I look to my tortoiseshell cat colleague to instruct me in caution.
Are my steps steering clear of traps that often mar (but, of course, eventually and ultimately make more interesting) even the best earthly laid roads? Am I living unhealthy habits while fooling myself?
In the lives of the old folks around me I see the consequences of both too much preventing and too much curing. Living long and prospering should be mostly fun, I opine.
Still, wilder littler critters I and the cat watch nearly everyday risking almost everything outside the dirty windows of our cosy rooms entertain us and remind me (again and again) how useless worrying is!