This article was originally written for Mockingbird. Lately, I have felt more fatigued than normal. Perhaps that’s a consequence of “sedentary coronavirus syndrome.” Or laziness. Or old age. In all likelihood it’s some amalgamation of the three. Father Time is still undefeated. Despite the best efforts and innovations we can muster, old age afflicts everyone. As time marches on, so does our weariness. We’re powerless to thwart the aging process. It is almost comical how many “anti-aging” concoctions populate the cosmetic marketplace. The industry is bloated with all manner of creams and oils and “coconut-charcoal-eucalyptus” putties that promise to remove your blemishes and make your skin younger. But notwithstanding how much “easy, breezy, beautiful Covergirl” you apply, old age will have its way.