Sunday, April 22, 2012
The light in the motel bathroom is very unforgiving. It all too clearly shows my receding hairline and the grey hairs that are left juxtaposed with the five day stubble that lingers despite there being a razor and shaving cream less than a meter away. Hard to believe that the eyes I see before me first saw Noosa Heads more than forty years ago.
I am not surprised by the increased flab that challenges me from the other side of the mirror. I haven't done as much exercise as I usually do due to the record drought breaking rains and floods we have had over summer. Lack of exercise plus Christmas celebration does not make for an attractive reflection. But then again who am I kidding? At my age I should just be happy to still have a reflection.