Oh, but the coffee is good at 2:30 this morning. So is the acetaminophen, which is already kicking in. When I awoke just a few minutes ago, I was so sore all over that it was all I could do to hobble to the kitchen. I mean to say every muscle, every nerve, was making itself known. It was, of course, my reward for crawling around in the garden for about two hours yesterday cutting winters dead flower stems, foliage, and vines, pruning small shrubs, digging out weeds, and folding up the debris and stuffing it into a giant contractors bag. I was sore only an hour afterward, and then when I awoke this morning...whew. Im not complaining, understand. Im just noting once more the to-me-still-mystifying phenomenon of how just a little physical activity affects a 74-year-old body. A little pain is of course nothing compared to how wonderful just a little work in the garden makes one feel mentally and spiritually. Believe me, I went to bed the happiest of campers. Have a great day, yall.
Posted on: Tue, 01 Apr 2014 08:57:58 +0000
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