Okay, I’m done for the day. I’ve learned my daily fact and honestly I am not happy about it. What I stored into knowledge today was the definition of the word, “crone,” which means any woman past forty. I protest; I am not a Crone!
I am not a withered old woman; I am not a biddy. Yes, menopause has come and clothing at a moments notice can be optional. Yes, my body has decided to take up Chinese and I no longer have any idea of what it is saying to me. Yes, I sometimes feel the need to try and make rhythm with my cracking joints and yes, I do find simple surprises around the house like I knew that is where I put those keys, but I am not a Crone.
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