The Art of Over-doing-it!

 For some reason, I continue to think that I am younger than I am. It's hard to admit that you're "getting up there," but indeed I am. This point became abundantly obvious to me a week ago when some warm weather blew in.

I suppose it began a bit before that back in January when I "threw caution to the wind!" and twisted my knee. The knee typically is fine...unless... 

My yard needed some sprucing up after a cold winter. I wanted to bring out some patio furniture so that I could dine "al fresco." Weeds were making their presence known ubiquitously. Holes that had been dug during the winter by my beloved Pyrenees/Lab needed to be filled. I did quite a bit of work over the course of six or seven hours. Then, as I tried to move my body up from a weed digging moment, the old girl showed me that she had had enough! 

I hobbled to one of the chairs I had placed on the patio and knew the day was done. The old twisted knee had begun to act up, the lower back was screaming, my arthritic hands were not happy.

An evening in the hot tub and with a glass of wine were all that remained for me to accomplish that day. 

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