I Am Getting Real Old
Today was a brisk, chilly, bracing sort of day. During my lunchtime walk I felt peppy enough to do a cartwheel when I thought no one was looking. Bad idea. My shoulders have not yet forgiven me.
And my knees crackle and pop when I hacky sack.
And my back aches. And so do my hours after a full day of monitor strain. They didn’t do this five years ago!
And, dear lord, I cannot hold my sugar or my caffeine anymore. Sugar does, oo — nasty things to my metabolism. And the things coffee does to my bowels are positively indecent. I’m sorry, I had to go there; it would be a real post if I didn’t wander into the TMI fold and roll in the mud a bit.
And, furthermore — I can no longer go without sleep as blithely and energetically as I once did. I remember moments from my headstrong youth when I felt a vague sense that, if I really put my mind to it, I could accomplish *anything* — that energy wasn’t a material obstacle if I focused hard enough. Ah, what a pleasant delusion that was.
Perhaps I can restore it by overdosing on coffee and candy tomorrow…