Gym

I am a midday regular at the gym, along with a few others … none of us getting any younger. We nod to each other … maybe a brief conversation about the weather or local sports. One of the regulars was having more off days than good days. Recently, he seemed haggard and not himself. I asked him about his well-being. There was a long pause… he looked directly at me and told me of the onset of his wife’s Alzheimer’s. He was her caregiver … the gym was his daily respite. Our conversation was short but I am glad I asked.