Getting older

It's no fun getting "older".  The time change has my body and brain confused as to when to go to bed and when to wake up.  I wish time would be left alone.  My solution?  Put it in the middle and leave it there!  Animals probably get confused, too.
Getting older means the joints don't work as well as they used to and my hands are giving me a hard time.  I can the feel joints in my fingers getting arthritic.  With cold weather coming in this winter is not going to be fun.  I'm looking forward to my trip to warmth in February.
Getting older also means that some things (like names of people or things) don't just pop up in your brain when you're having a conversation.  My excuse?  I just say that at my age there's so much there it takes longer to find it.  That's my story and I'm sticking to it.  But it is frustrating when you are having a conversation and you're trying to find a name or a word.  I believe living alone without much social interaction could make it worse so I try to get out and about as much as possible.  Belonging to a quilt guild and being active in a local gallery has kept me nice and busy.
I'm trying to be philosophical about aging.  I've lived longer than I thought I would even though my life was not always a healthy one.  Guess I'm just too damn stubborn.
Y'all have a wonderful day and remember:  Eyes are useless when the mind is blind.