Ugh. Middle age is kicking my ass. How can it be that I wake up more sore and cramped than when I went to bed? Crikey! That's all wrong!
The only thing that made me feel more limber this morning was exercise - specifically, the ten-block walk between the my new parking lot and my office. So I'd better walk some more at lunch.
This morning, Bunny hugged me very hard and told me she worries about me because I'm cranky all the time. I wanted to reply, 'Cranky all the time? Do you really mean all? The? Time?' Except, of course, that would have instantly proven her right, and it would have been the height of irony, and our ears would have spontaneously jumped right off our heads in disbelief.