Mortality Reminder #28458

For most of my life I’ve loved sleeping when it was cold. The chillier the better. In my early 20’s it could be snowing outside and I’d go to bed with the window open. This afternoon I took a nap on the couch (another old person trait) and woke up with every bone/joint/ligament in my body hurting. I could barely walk for the first hour. It was 68 degrees. I’m officially a sore, grumpy elderly man. Now excuse me while I go do some gardening and watch 60 Minutes.