Novembers have always been dear to my heart. Today, that's eating beef kidney stew, surfing the Net, and swilling hot, black tea. But November has taken on added meaning for me, the last couple years. Now, it's also a harbinger of Winter as a Suck-The-Life-From-Old-People change. Getting older changes things. Things like my body, specifically. Those changes don't ease in, either. Last November, I watched my face and skin dry out in a matter of a few days when temperatures plunged and humidity disappeared. And there are the aches and twinges, building up. It has dawned on me that those aches and twinges are not going away. Ergo arthritis is a permanent part of my life. And here it is, November again. That means more wrinkles and stiff joints. Which builds character.
I read about the Happy Norwegians and wonder about their arthritis status in the cold months. The study about Troms
I visualize ageing people in Troms