The last couple of days I have been nursing a sore foot. It started becoming sore on Sunday evening. The only reason I can think of that it began hurting on Sunday evening is that I must have had it in a funny position when I fell asleep on the couch watching golf on Sunday afternoon. How pathetic is that? I injure myself while napping. I guess what they say about turning 50 and having things fall apart is true!
My son's former German teacher, a smart and tough former East German woman who escaped shortly after WWII (and who was a wonderful old-school sort of German teacher), once told me that growing old is not for sissies. And she was right.
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