March 23rd, 2016

hasui snow scene

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The cook and I have a physically sympathetic relationship.
'How are you doing?' she asks.
'Yesterday was terrible- I could barely walk-'
'Yeah, my legs were so stiff at the end of the day-'
'But this morning I felt so much better.'
'Yeah. I woke up and thought, hey this isn't bad. But then an hour or so ago-'
'Everything started twinging again-'
'I could feel it starting all up the side of my leg, time to reach for the aspirin...'

I'm relieved that my weirdly recurring ouchies are felt by someone fifteen years younger than I, who doesn't have arthritis either. Weather really is a bitch, especially when it threatens freezing rain and sleet.
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