we bid farewell to brain cells

This evening I was in my recliner watching the news when Dorothy spoke those three words I love to hear. "Dinner is ready". I went into the kitchen and this is what I saw:

Spaghetti sauce and ground beef. There was some French bread toasting in the broiler. Where's the spaghetti? While Dorothy got out another pot to cook the spaghetti she asked if I would change a light bulb in the dining room. Sure, no problem. She set the pot on the stove, went into the pantry and returned with a new light bulb. I stood there with the bulb in my hand, looked up at the kitchen light fixture and saw two brightly shining bulbs. "What do you want me to do with this?" I asked. "Change the bulb in the dining room". she said. "Oh, o.k.."
........We're sliding down the slippery slope of senescence.