Dear Mind and Body,
What the heck? You have served me for 42 years, and now you give up? Let's review.
Last Sunday on my way to church I realize that I have no phone, no purse and I have left the sweater to my ensemble on the counter in the kitchen. When I get to church and go to get out of the car I realize I indeed have my phone, but it was in my lap so it's now on the pavement. In pieces. Then, when it is time to shake hands with those around me, I have a 'moment' and shake hands with the man in front of me. Twice.
Today I got a bee in my bonnet and drug Hannah outside with me for a run after work. In the 86 degree heat. After a long winter. You can see where this is going. We died. My hips are burning in their sockets right now. It's 8:30 and I am barely awake.
Why? Why do you fail me?