Yesterday, I decided to start wrapping my Christmas presents.
I put all the presents into boxes, and I started cutting the wrapping paper.
I had to sit on the floor to wrap the presents, and at times, I was on my knees.
I am not a spring chicken anymore, and today my knees were talking to me.
I was having a difficult time getting out of bed.
My mind was playing tricks on my body.
My mind said you are still a spry chicken, while my body said, 'Who are you kidding?'
When I was down on my knees wrapping my presents, I knew I would pay a high price for it tomorrow.
Well, today, my knees are talking very strongly to my trickery mind.
My body is telling my mind, 'You old woman, don't you know better than to listen to me?'
