Here is an actual email I received from my mistakenly-thinks-she’s-hilarious sister this evening:
Well, you’ve been 40 for 6 weeks now. How’s it going? Doing all right? Getting around OK?
I saw a guy in a hoveround the other day and thought of you. Would that make things easier? You may also be able to install one of those little lifts for the stairs.
Just a few thoughts,
Har. Har. Har.