The cold is starting to bother me.
In the surprising accurate photo above you can see a person all bundled up in winter garb. That's me. I work outside most of the time. Packing Russian Dolls in a barn, delivering sandwiches to remote sites... and the cold is starting to make me angry. I think I was excited about the nip in the autumn air for about .5 seconds and the WHAM! Cranky. I'm avoiding baths and showers like a 10 year old boy cause it's just so darn chilly when you get out!! And I'm not turning up the heating... cause I'm old.
Food that was once my friend has turned on me!
What once could be whipped into shape during a whirlwind week at the gym now takes dedicated months of sacrifice! Ridiculous!!
The reign of processed food is officially over. I find myself looking at nutrition labels for things such as "fiber" and "calories". And I think, off and on (mostly off), about the benefits of a vegetarian diet (bacon being the exception obviously). Who knows about organic food?? Get at me... cause I'm old.
I love to sit.
I creak like a rusty gate.
I am now aware of how I look when I bend over and what light and angle should be presented.
I don't mind the wrinkles... they add character. But I'm getting crochety and so is Kurt...
And, God willing, we've got 50 more years or so of this...
