My body is becoming increasingly awkward. Things just don't fit the same. I don't fit the same.
I stomp around the house a lot. I am in charge here.
Stairs are daunting.
I spend too much time here. Sitting here. Surfing here.
But I spend even more time here. Hmmmm, what to eat what to eat.
I'm like a little puppy waiting for Nate to come home every day.
That's life. It's a wonderful life.