Slower Than A Roach

The process of aging is an interesting one. One of the things that has been happening is my ability to keep up. I'm getting slower. Sometimes I don't realize that I am getting slower, but there are reality checks. I had one of those this morning. There was this roach,  (we do grow 'em big here), in the kitchen. There was a time I could catch them, quicker that a flash, like a fly in the air with my hand. This one escaped my swipe with a towel and he went to the floor and he out ran me from there in the open stretch. Chalk up another first. I'm slower than a roach.