Accoutrements

I wonder if I'm falling apart.  I never dwell on the fact that I'm old, that the layer of dust is always on my head,  and that, like most true Generation Xers, has wasted his years.   My shoulder hurts even though I don't think I injured it.  Like Ken Griffrey Jr, I probably injured it by merely waking up and reaching for my hat.  At least Junior gets paid.  It feels like I caught a cold in shoulder, to use an expression that my mom's wont of saying which has always sounded weird.  I wish someone would rub it.  I'm not one of those touchy feely people but it's that kind of irritating soreness that a warm touch might help.  Maybe I should dig up a heating pad.  No wait, I think I donated it to Goodwill.  I'm been ODing on the Aleve which worries me.  Of course it might be the weather which, true to form, sucks.

Well, a bit of the Big Furniture is gone.  I donated the sofa and Rocky's love seat along with not one but two armoires.  Oh yes, and a small table. I still have to do something with two beds and the dining room stuff (one of which is, yes folks, an armoire).  Good thing this place picks things up.  I can barely fit Chunky Butt Rocky in my car.