I just celebrated a birthday.
Never mind which one — and don’t you dare try to guess. Those of you who know are sworn to secrecy.
It started me thinking about the aging process and the running and ducking from Mother Nature that’s commenced.
Figuratively speaking, of course, because any time I entertain the notion of running or even donning high heels, my bum knee whispers, “Are you SURE you want to do that?”