The Boondocks
Today was a good day. I know because I can barely move. Strained my hip in yoga, then twisted in playing ultimate frisbee. Caught sight of a new white hair in the mirror this morning. Sheesh. Not too much longer and I'll be wearing knee highs, sitting in a comfortable chair with an afghan, watching the street life and thinking, three flights of stairs means grandma's staying in! Oh wait. That describes three out of the past four days fairly accurately, with minor caped excursions.
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