Forgive me if I sound hopelessly arrogant when I say that I’m a month from my 49th birthday and I have never felt hotter. I may not look it to anyone else, I admit, but I don’t really care about that. Because the best thing about feeling this hot, even if it is all in my head, is the memory of just how unhot I was feeling this time last year. I felt creaky, weak, drab. Wiped out, as if a source of vitality inside me was no longer replenishing.

Source: The Times January 03, 2020 17:48 UTC