I’m getting too old for this

Yesterday I helped the youngest move a couch and loveseat into his apartment. An upstairs apartment. It was warm outside. It is summer here in Hoosierland. 

Today I ache in muscles I forgot I had. Back during Covid when I was forced to work at the Big Box home improvement store to survive, I did lots of lifting and carrying of stuff - frequently very heavy stuff like grills and shelves. These days, I don’t get the same daily workout. 

These two of us managed to get the furniture up the stairs and into the apartment. All is well. Except my shoulders. And my legs. We won’t even discuss my aching back.  My bad foot is crying out for attention. I have these scrapes on my arms and hands…