Leaks

I'm leaking.

I'm not yet 50 and I'm leaking. This is ridiculous.

All I have to do is realize, "Oh, I need to pee," and I leak. Or sometimes I'm just standing there, and all of a sudden, there's a dribble. It's not yet peeing in my pants, but I have no doubt that will come.

And I think this disturbing new sign of physical decay and degradation speaks, metaphorically, to my ongoing intellectual decline. I'm leaking mentally as well. It's not a gusher yet, not even a steady drip--but everyday there's a dribble here, a sudden spurt there, and bit by bit I can feel my brain drying up, beginning to crack and flake.

On the bright side: maybe by the time I need adult diapers, I'll be too far gone mentally to know it. So that should be ok, then.