I get this cramp in my hip when I swing my leg over my motorcycle to get on it and ride.
I nearly lose my wits when my cell phone won't take a charge.
I find myself repeating stories, and see the, "Is she for real?" look on people's faces.
I have to stand for a few seconds to get my balance when I get out of a low chair.
I cannot remember if I bought creamer for my coffee the last trip to the store or the one before that.
I have to wear another layer of clothing and it's only 65 degrees outside.
I need a brighter light, and my eyeglasses and larger print, in order to read.
I plan my day around some free time to knit.
I see more grey in my hair than that color it is supposed to be, what did they call that, dishwater blonde?I choose to eat in the camper rather than going out to eat, because it's hard to decide what I want.
I have a son who turns 40 this week, there I said it ...
I KNEW I WAS GETTING OLD. That hurts.
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