I did something yesterday that I hardly ever do any more. I went to a café and ordered un café at 9:00 in the morning. That tells you how much I get out and about these days.
OK, I confess — I also had a croissant. They were just sitting there on the bar in a basket. Three of them. I only ate one. I swear it's true. When I told the barman that I wanted a croissant with my little cup of espresso, he told me to help myself. I used self-restraint.
I deserved both the coffee and the croissant. I had been fasting since the middle of the afternoon, after lunch, the day before. I had to go have blood drawn at 8:30 a.m. for a battery of tests. All routine, mind you. It's just that I'm 60 years old now so the doctor keeps tabs on everything from my incipient gout to my cholesterol and the state of my prostate.
« Quand vous serez bien vieille... » wouldn't apply to me even if it were in the masculine, because it's cast in the future tense. For me, old is now. Well, okay, maybe not that old. It's all relative.
And I'm not complaining. This is where I wanted to grow old. If it was good enough for Ronsard and Hélène...
Off to the doctor's now. Send positive thoughts about my blood pressure.