I have been having age issues. Nothing serious mind you, but an assortment of aches and pains which at the moment seem to constantly remind me of the fact that I am no longer thirty.
Combined with a few pictures taken on the motorcycle outing with all those Honda dudes which left me looking less than flattering, IMHO.
Topped by an email from amazon.com with personal recommendations which was full of books titled “Life begins at 50” and similar.
Of course, the rational side of my brain points out, that the genes in our family are such that we tend to age more than gracefully.
I am getting rid of all my short skirts nevertheless. Can’t wear them on a motorcycle anyway 😉