Welcome to Litsy!

At the turn from our bedroom hallway, there is an old full-length mirror in a wooden frame. I can't help but catch a glimpse of myself. Turning fully toward the glass, I consider what I see. This reflected version of myself, wet, shaking, rumpled, pinched, and slightly stooped, would be alarming were it not for the self-satisfied expression pasted across my face. I would ask “What are you smiling about?" answer: "It just gets better from here."