I turned 55 today.
The old double nickel. (Thanks.)
Aging is a bitch but it does beat the alternative, we assume. Even if it doesn't I can wait to find out.
So like a lot of people over many years I'm taking better care of myself. My cholesterol is down, my hypertension is under control, I get regular checkups and exercise. It's not so much about life extension so much as it is enjoying every day I have, seeing that the number is limited.
But there's a problem. It's cold. Real cold. Mitten cold.
How cold is it? So cold my YMCA was closed on Saturday, and opened late on Sunday. So cold I bought nine big old fire logs when my mom came to visit for a week and nearly used all of them. So cold the heater is on nearly all the time, and I live in Atlanta for chrissakes!
Fortunately my son, the teenager who drives me crazy, has a cure.
Walking.
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