Life Isn't What It Used to BeLet's have a look at Fran's life:Husband deceased (but his stern portrait on the wall is an adequate stand-in, in some ways). Kids grown and gone. Career a distant memory. Driver's license a thing of the past (just as well, after the stop sign incidents). Suburban home sold. Her current address is a cozy unit in an upscale seniors' residence she calls the Facility.Fran is elderly, but far from over the hill. Politely independent, she forges her own path through her later years and tries, with variable success, not to dwell on the past. The Facility offers companionship, meals, and activities galore, but it isn't home.Or is it?Sometimes, a wake-up call is a gentle nudge, sometimes a boot in the tush. Fran reflects on life as she lives it, finding her place in her new reality.