Not to get too introspective, but the one thing that always lets me know that I am no longer the spring chicken I am inside of my own head, is the occasional back muscle strain I experience lately.
I was doing Spring Cleaning all day yesterday, and the strain must have happened when I had my upright vacuum over my head, in order to use the hose to clean out the cobwebs from my high bathroom ceiling's corners.
I had a hard time getting comfortable falling asleep last night, and I woke up many times. Thankfully, Nick was also working today, so I scrambled to find replacements. Sitting in a chair is difficult, and the pain is so present that the television is more annoyance than distraction. I'll probably read all day...
I guess 44 is not the new 24 after all (haha)...