Every now and then I take a minute to think about how I feel compared to a few weeks ago, a few months ago, or a few years ago. It’s really difficult to do because it’s never easy to remember in perspective. What might have hurt a lot back in the day is today barely a memory of discomfort. Or what didn’t hurt then might appear, in hindsight, to have been a catastrophic nightmare.

I had one of those zone-out moments over the weekend. It was after I had unloaded three cases of seltzer I had bought from Costco. OK two cases of seltzer and one amazingly well priced case of beer. Either way it thoroughly put me out of commission for the rest of the weekend.

My sister Amy was in town and we shopped ‘til we dropped. Except for me that was after 15 minutes. I laid in bed staring at the wall afterwards trying to remember the last time I had such a back ache that my stomach hurt from it; a bunch of memories flooded to mind. The ski slope that conquered a 12 year old Seth. The time I helped a friend move and opted out of using the hand-cart. The 6.5-hour flight (thank you, headwind) to Los Angeles once. All vivid memories of a life with arthritis that finds the most unpleasant way to remind me of its presence.

The good news is that I have upwards of 70 years left of this!