My thumbs have gone weird
A thing appears on your finger. You are certain that mole wasn't there last week. One of your toes has gone red. I ache in the places where I used to play. Ever wondered who buys Anusol? I fell over on the ice weeks ago and my wrist still hurts a bit from taking the fall.
This, dear friends, is the onset of age, the arena of the perpetually, vaguely unwell.
The other day, I forgot what this: ( ) was. (a bracket). I got to it by describing that thing which people use in texts to denote a smiley face. The word "bracket" eluded me.
I am playing the slots in Vegas and now, penny by penny, I'm paying back the jackpot I won in '74.
Posted by Wrinkled Weasel on Tuesday, February 17, 2009