I am getting moderately old. Sitting at the computer for more than two minutes leaves me with the posture of Quasimodo. I stand and walk around at a 45 degree angle for 20-60 seconds before I can manage to straighten my back to a fully upright position.
Also, those lines on my forehead that used to be a part of my quizzical expression never leave. Also, I have matching lines on my neck. My. Neck. I want to walk around with my head extended in some accordian-like imitation of E.T. to erase them.
Also, I don’t have jowls. But I do have the earliest pockets of face fat that may someday evolve to be jowl-like. Richard Nixon, here I come.
Also, those lines on my forehead that used to be a part of my quizzical expression never leave. Also, I have matching lines on my neck. My. Neck. I want to walk around with my head extended in some accordian-like imitation of E.T. to erase them.
Also, I don’t have jowls. But I do have the earliest pockets of face fat that may someday evolve to be jowl-like. Richard Nixon, here I come.
Finally, whereas last year I ran 35 miles in 3.5 days to celebrate my 35th birthday, this year I’m going to see a movie with my mother, and then eat a big dinner at 3 in the afternoon. Early bird special, you’re mine! Old age suits me.
Oh, and that half marathon that I decided just three weeks ago NOT to run. I’m totally running it. I’ve got to recapture my youthful zest somehow. If I brake my hip doing it, my next stop will by Morning Side Retirement Home. Sigh.
(Yes, my birthday is still over a week away. I'm obsessing.)
Oh, and that half marathon that I decided just three weeks ago NOT to run. I’m totally running it. I’ve got to recapture my youthful zest somehow. If I brake my hip doing it, my next stop will by Morning Side Retirement Home. Sigh.
(Yes, my birthday is still over a week away. I'm obsessing.)
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