I try to remember that I'm one of the lucky ones in all this. What do I have to complain about? I'm not dead. I'm not sick. I haven't lost my job or gone broke. I'm bored and I'm lonely, and so what? Who's really going to care about my old-lady problems? Lately, when I see people talking about the elderly, it's mostly about how many of us are dying off and how we're forcing them to shut down the economy.