Ill Omens of Aging

Like a comet on the horizon heralding impending doom (in this case, my birthday) I tweaked my knee in my sleep a while back.  It wasn't that troublesome until the conclusion of our vacation at the cabin where Fuss took a flying leap onto it while playing in the living room.  The several trips up and down three stories of stairs portaging our supplies back out to the car exacerbated matters.  Then last night walking to my birthday sushi dinner, daredevil that I am, I stepped off a curb and nearly fell over sidways into traffic when it gave out.

So this morning I'm hobbling around like a geriatric stork.

Happy birthday to MEEEEE!

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woodyb3 said...