In my 20’s I loved being tan.  I admit to sitting on a park bench on my lunch hour to catch a few rays at high noon (and I was not alone in that effort).  I never succumbed to the foil sun reflector fad, but I did everything else to ensure my summer-long tan and my stocking-free legs.

Sun-caused wrinkles was not a concern then, and I have paid the price for that lack of information.  However, until now, I could still enjoy my regular walks, hat on and sunscreen where needed. But I am learning that heat waves are hard on us 80-somethings, and so I must accept my phone’s health app scolding me for not walking as much as usual.

The upside—more time for getting through the complete novels of Tara French.