I should have stood in bed…I don’t know where that joke came from, other than my Dad used to say it, but some mornings more than others, I understand.
I got up the morning of a birthday and realized the creaking I heard as I walked away from my bed wasn’t from the floorboards. I’ve quipped that if I’d known I was going to live this long I would have taken better care of myself, but hey, who knew, also, it probably wouldn’t have changed much. Realistically would I really go back and change? Maybe some, but most I wouldn’t have missed for the world.
So I faced off against the of ghostly visit of another birthday (very quiet because I ended up being too sick and exhausted to do much, foiled again by life with the help of Fibromyalgia).
Also, on the cusp of another New Year (really…
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