The nagging cold, a cold that had overtaken me soon after being assailed by the chronic cough of my chess-playing nemisis, has segued into a problem with my leftmost, bottom molar. It has suddenly become sensitive to hot and cold. This is not a welcome development and presages the need for further dental appointments.
It's just another symptom of my body's decline, a decline that is gathering velocity. Teeth trouble and old age form an age-old partnership I suspect. I started writing this post on March 26th and now its April 4th. Nothing much has changed. My molar is still troubling me and the mouth ulcers that troubled some months ago are threatening to return.
After not walking any great distance for some time, I decided to walk around the block on my birthday. The distance seemed much greater than I remember and I certainly felt out of practice. I've been doing my stretch exercises more regularly and feel well enough at the moment except for the molar problem.