Further ramblings of a self-made pauper

This morning, I feel as though all my joints need oiling; I can almost hear the creaks every time I move. Had I any sense, I'd be getting ready to hibernate for the winter. But we humans like to think that we know better, don't we?

Ah well...

(I seem to recycling titles for entries. As I started typing yon title, it filled itself in. I have finally run out of anything new to say).