Whining

            It’s hot. Several days running over 90 degrees and no AC. Plus my low back is in rebellion so I limp through the morning walk, waiting til after breakfast to dose up with anti-inflammatories to get me through the day. And I got exposed to some mysterious allergen (brown tail moth?) that has had me erupting in a wildly itchy rash for five days.
            Sometimes change is hard. Other times, when I think, “You’ll never be quite the same,” I say “Thank goodness. I certainly hope not.”
 
My 60th year in 60,000 words
Day 298: 87 words, TOTAL = 49,253; 10,747 remaining