At 68 there is no longer such a question. But what about a couple of decades ago? I honestly don’t know. What was I like when I was working at a full-time job and on my MS? When that was complete my wife often complained of being a “chior widow.” Now I think she is happy to get me out of the house from time to time, as I predicted.

I could complain about being a “theater widower” but theater has done so much for her state of mind that I cannot but rejoice in it. Plus I get to meet a lot of new people and take in performances that I probably would not have bothered with were she not involved.

The biggest things are now down to a coin toss. Who leaves this world first? Or, what is even more overwhelming, who gets to give up everything to become a full-time care giver?