Oh yes, I think of 65 as Middle Age. So I'm a little slower moving, and tend to wobble a bit with my bad knee, but I'm still young inside. In fact, when I tried on dresses last night at the department store, I was startled to see that older woman in the mirror. She didn't look TOO bad in the new dress that she will be wearing to the wedding this weekend.
There is one thing I don't like about this M.A., however. I can't work as long in the yard as I'd like to do. I spent 3/4 of an hour out there this evening, and was done in. My day started at 5 a.m. with a 2-mile walk, then moved quickly into work, then wash, some ironing, solitary supper as DB is away, and then outside. And now I'm definitely ready for bed. There was a time not too long past when I could stay up for 18 hours straight. Now I need that 8-hour shut-eye, or I'm good for nothing in the morning.
So, good-night, Spirit dear. I'll be gone until Monday night.
8:58 PM
I really wanted to write this evening, and then I peeked at the boards, and now it's time to go to bed.
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