I knew it would rain.

When you have had osteoarthritis as long as me, you know that feeling:  hours, even days before the storm clouds roll in, that creeping phantom of misery -- that horrible pain starts crawling through your joints.  You feel slightly out of breath, nauseous.  Walking around (waddling is more like it) feels like knives and daggers are attacking you from all directions.

I do not know why it rains.  Staring confusedly at my two-legged pets has never elicited an explanation.  (Just a shrug of the shoulders when it's bathroom time -- hey, you'd be hesitant to go, too, if a there were a downpour over your toilet.)

But I do know that I am in for a world of hurt when it does rain.

Oh the nagging aches ... be grateful, my human friends, that you can distract yourselves with reading, talking, and pain medications.

Me?  I get to lie in my reserved chair all day.  That is, of course, only when I can manage to hop up into it.

I am thinking today may be an occasion for napping on the cool, kitchen floor.

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