h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Each day I convince myself to rise. The Sun greets me and I must get up from sleep. My bones all hurt, some more than others. I wait for what seems a long time and then move about. I put my coffee on and wait for my bones to go back into place. I excersize my fingers to remove the stiffness. After an hour I groom myself. I remember a time when my only awareness of my body was when I desired pleasure or was hungry or hot or cold. Now I am aware of my every fibre and joint. How ironic I think, now that my body is of less importance to me I am so much more aware of it. I think my body knows that I will be leaving soon and is angry with my spirit. This is my day some days better some days worse this is the physical part of growing in years. The old men I knew when I was a young buck would warn me of these days. I laughed inwardly thinking that they were behaving as women. Now I know they were being true. I will think about the spirit side of growing in years and write what I think another day.