36 Bleh.....

I hit the big 3-6 this week. I've been thinking of this birthday as the start of the last half of my life. When I tell people this they ask "Are you only going to live to 70?" I don't think that exactly. I just can't deny I'm getting old, my mindset is changing and things are starting to break down. For example.... my birthday started when I woke up for no reason at 5am. I fear this may be the beginning of a new era of early rising biorhythms. When I got out of bed the bottom of my feet hurt when I walked. Gout? Arthritis? I tried to "walk it off" but gave up after about 10 steps when I realized I looked like some sort of zombie puppet. I then made some tea with milk to help ward off osteoporosis and sat in our recliner. Yes we own a recliner. It's fabulous! As I sat in the recliner I randomly began to think that we should buy some coasters, that I should be asking for lots of free condiments when we get fast food so I don't have to buy it at the store and that I really need to start moisturizing every day. Yep I'm old.