The weather has me bent. I’m walking with a stiffness in the joints. Askew. Sometimes I sneeze and it causes me to have to lay down. And stretch. And when I do, my hips and back pop and grind.

I feel old. I’ve felt this way before. I’ll feel old until I don’t anymore. Because even though I’m bent, I’m not broken, yet.

When I am, you’ll know it.