Tuesday, May 31, 2016
Little did you know how much your body rots away at the desk where you park yourself 9 hours a day because you have to because it is your job. Whiffle ball, hours of it, legging out singles and doubles and waking up the next day sore, and even the day after that sore. If crystal and liquid intelligence peak in your mid to upper 20s then surely physical form does too, it's all downhill from here, days of soreness and forgetting and missing your turn and needing more stopping distance. The joys of aging are no such thing; pernicious, life is.