My mentor is 95. A couple of months ago, he fell on ice. Miraculously, he broke nothing; even though it was bitterly cold outside, there was, again miraculously, no damage from the cold. He hit his face and needed 30+ stitches, some of them in his eyelid, but when the stitches came out ten days later there was no scarring; a week after that, nothing was visible, even if you knew what you were looking for. He got home from PT last week, so this morning, he, my friend Chris, and I went to breakfast at Hy-vee, a weekly tradition ever since I moved here in 2012. He was carrying a cane and walking carefully but upright; he ate an omelette and drank coffee. All of this is familiar. It would be easy and comforting to say that he’s back to what he was. But he’s tired in a way he has never been before this. It’s no surprise, but — well. Well, indeed. Brace yourself, Kij.