Middle-age metabolism.
If there is a more ferocious and vindictive beast that can be encountered in the autumn of life, I pray I never encounter it.
The cruel markers of bodily decline in the infancy of old age accumulate like interest on a bad 2008 loan, drowning the borrower in corporal compounding interest: sore backs without cause, mottled vision and poor hearing, the augmenting allure of a midday nap. One day, we travelers of middle age awaken to discover all the nagging advice about stretching, sun block, and eating right was grounded in something resembling sound medical advice.
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