I'm Old and Everything Hurts

I have physio tomorrow and I've done another thing to my stupid ankle. It's called 'walking'. My left ankle hates me. My right knee doesn't like my life. My right shoulder has been my mortal enemy for a month at least. When I came home from shopping trip, my right wrist decided to quit and give me a handful of hell.

Yay.

Not.

It may or may not be better tomorrow, but I know not if it will.

And I just now remembered that I have parcels to pick up. I forgot that thing today. Bleh. I'll write a reminder on my hand if I have to, but I will get those packages.

I paid for them, after all.

On the other hand, I got everything done that I set out to do today. And there's a chance my rebellious joints might be nicer to me henceforth. Entropy does not agree with me and I know it.

At least I'm getting my offerings out on time. That has to count for something, doesn't it? That makes all the mortal aches and pains worth it, right?

Right?