“The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labor and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.” Psalm 90:10.
I have reached it. The gravy years. Some say it is the golden years, but gold does not interest me at all. What use is gold, other than it is worth a lot of money now, but at this age there would not be a lot that I could do with that. Gravy. Gravy is that extra something that you add to a meal to make the dry wet and the bland have some taste. You can hit me with all the gold you want, but I am no longer supposed to have much gravy. In gravy there is too much sodium, too much fat – too much of the good stuff that I am not supposed to partake in.
