Dear Diary:

It had been a hectic day of meetings, appointments and events, with one huge gap in the middle, so I sneaked out to see “La La Land” near Union Square.

There were several small groups of women at the theater, none under the age of 80. I waited patiently on line behind them as they asked for their senior discounts for “Fences” and then counted their change, gathered their belongings and walked very slowly to the escalators.

I waited behind them again, trying to be helpful as needed, as we took the escalators up several stories to the theaters.

At one point, one woman, tiny and frail with a voice to match, said to the woman next to her, “I hope I live until summer.” She clearly enunciated each word and then sighed deeply.