From my seat now, above the woods, I can count 78 boats on the lake. It’s a lot. A larger number than it sounds. I saw a 13 year old at the airport yesterday, about my height. She had to be about 78 pounds. She looked vibrant, vital. In the same way a lanky 5’ stalk of corn looks on it’s way up to 8. Of course, I don't have the energy of a seedling. But I'm storing one.
Twelve years ago I was 85 lbs. Exactly 8 years ago I was 78. I remember 82, but as David reminds me, that was weeks before I stopped being able to read the scale, when the physicians next door would just peek in every couple of days to take my vitals.