My thumbs hurt. I hate to complain but they hurt, almost all the time, and I think if I ate more green vegetables, they would hurt less.
And though that seems an easy enough remedy to incorporate into my daily schedule, I don’t seem able to master the excessive use of vegetables in my diet.
So my thumbs continue to hurt and I continue to wince and complain, and my jaw and neck join the party. I think my knees are waiting, ready to pounce, waiting for the day when I might say, “I don’t feel that old today.”