I have never minded getting older, and while the day of my birthday pretty much sucked, the fact that I turned a major age milestone didn’t faze me in the least.
The weekend before my birthday, though, while cleaning the house for our Memorial Day party, I did nothing unusual, yet severely hurt my back in the process. When I woke up the next morning, I could barely wiggle my way out of bed.
And then this morning, during a brief respite in the seemingly unending downpour that has been hovering over Dallas for most of the month of June (today, I hear, we may break the all-time record for rainfall in June), I took a fall. Literally. I was walking in a wet parking lot and, next thing I knew, I was sprawled out on the ground soaking up the rain with my jeans. Oof.
How did I get so frail, seemingly overnight?