Dumb phone, etc.

The week has been full of signs of age.

1) I signed up for Medicare Part A. Not that I wanted to. However, now that I'm imminently 65, it seems that my wife's employer (she's the one with the health plan) wants both of us off the hospitalisation rolls. There will be a Round Two to this, after we meet the spectacularly bored individual at the local office who deigned to answer my few questions.

2) I've long accepted that I have a dumb phone. We're in a family plan created by the offspring, so upgrades are in her hands. Someday it may happen. However, the lowest blow was this week's discovery that I have a dumb watch. Granted that I date myself by having a watch that I actually use to tell time, but the goddam thing didn't recognise Leap Day.

Never mind. When there are no clouds, there's a moon to admire. Americans are not very good at admiring the moon, which is worth a pause at every opportunity. Howling is optional.

Three weeks hence I get to sign up for a senior's Charlie Card. That'll wash out the fare increase, but if they cut my buses, I can't ride it downtown.