I was trudging to work this morning. It was cold. I had reached the bottom of the underwear draw this morning, so I had on that pair. The ones with the elastic that's just a tad perished. Consequently they were kind of falling down, and I had to keep hitching them up. My left shoulder was aching (where I broke my collarbone a couple of years back), as was my lower back. Suddenly my bones are now a more accurate barometer than the Channel 9 weather man. I was carrying a canvas tote. A "Big Christian Charity" freebie canvas tote. I think there was even muttering.
Somehow, it seems I am just one pair of support hose stockings away from being someone's loony grandmother.