Even though it’s still a week and a half before I turn 60, every day brings new reminders that, for example, it’s been thirty years since I was 30. Or nearly. And even a new, healthy lifestyle has its drawbacks. Along with the plant-based diet I’m starting come new exercises. I could just keep doing the old exercises, but the problem with that is that I never do them. So new ones at least have the advantage of novelty, which should keep me interested for awhile, anyway.

My new exercise program took a setback today when I woke up with aches and pains, including a particularly sore right hip. It’s not in the joint this time, as it has been so often in the past. It’s definitely a muscle pain. That means it will go away, but it also means that I wasn’t going to do anything today to aggravate it. Like exercise.

So I spent most of my Sunday sitting. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that.) The thought occurred to me that walking off the pain might work, but every time I got up and walked, the pain came back. While I was sitting, it was gone. So I sat.

When I was up, out of the recliner, I was working. I slept badly last night because of the financial situation in the company, but I didn’t think getting up at four in the morning would help matters much. So I tossed and turned instead, considering what I could do to make things better. There wasn’t much, but this afternoon I did figure out how short the money is going to run at the end of this month, so that I can give the Boss the bad news tomorrow. Not fun, but necessary. I doubt it will make me sleep better tonight, though.