I fired the shots. I will no longer employ shots. They are retired involuntarily. I hate shots. So from here forward they will be called by another name, not shots. Shots are tiny little glasses filled with alcohol. No longer are shots a poke in the arm that makes your arm sore for days on end. I have decided to call this ritual 'getting armor'. Yes, cladding myself up in armor against a specific foe that might do me harm. In September I was cloaked in armor against the enem

I finally broke down and dug out the sweat pants. I only have two pair and so I alternate. This time of year, where I try to transition from shorts to sweats, is a difficult time. I struggle to stay warm enough to not ache from the cold seeping into me. I turn up the heat and it costs a bunch to run that furnace, it really adds up quick, so I dress like it's only 65 degrees inside, or less. Truth be told, it is probably only 69 degrees (Fahrenheit). Sometimes the thermostat o

Who are you? Who am I? Well, my name is Star and I am on a journey of many adventures, including the surprising experience of aging. My plan? To age successfully. How about you? Are you questing to improve health? Are you looking for recommendations of tv shows and movies to watch? Are you curious about what other folks are up to in their daily lives? There must be some reason you have chosen to read my blogs which are pretty much about food, tea, tv shows and a bunch of r

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