Random thought as I walked to the bookstore this morning. Or maybe not so random:

My hip hurts more lately and being told I might need to go under the knife has done nothing for my hunter’s moon mood. I suspect that human bodies are a lot like cars: once you have to start tinkering with the engine and replacing parts, you’re closer to the junk yard than not.

There isn’t enough fucking yoga to fix this one. It’s just life wearing the body down bone by goddamn bone.