In my mind, I’m still young, still thin, and still agile. In my body, I’m feeling my age.
The simple task of putting away dishes have my joints complaining. I can’t take stairs two at a time any longer, but instead have to pull my old bones up with help from handrails. I’m not reduced to plodding along with a cane, but do need a lift sometimes to get out of a low chair.
It sucks getting old
It’s not so much the slower pace I have to take that’s bothersome, it’s that loud Rice Krispies crunching that’s most annoying.