At my age rolling out of bed in the morning is the easy part.
Getting off the floor is a whole other story!
If you heard twenty minutes of moaning coming from my bedroom, that was just me trying to stand up.
Every morning I enjoy a good, brisk sit on the edge of the bed.
I don’t sit on the edge of the bed but hang off of it. The bed is so high that I can be flat on the bed with legs hanging off – good, good morning stretch and guarantees not having to pick myself up off the floor.
I’ll be 63 y.o. in June and thank goodness, I just wake up and begin the day, no muss, no fuss. So far …
A good doc knows how to break the news gently.
You know you’re getting old when you sit down to breakfast and hear snap, crackle and pop BEFORE you pour the milk on your Rice Krispies.
Well, they do have little blue pills for when there’s no lead in your pencil…