That's my opinion. Things ache, won't move like they would, or something new will develop without warning.
The current "new" thing is a dull ache in my right thigh. In a scale from one to ten, it's a constant three, with times it reaches a 5. Otherwise, it's annoying, but that's not what really bothers me: I have no idea why, can't think of anything I've done to strain muscles and scanning the internet only reveals there are a few dozen things that can cause the pain.
So, Bleh. Getting old sucks.
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.