Getting old is not for the wimps!

I had another bad day today. No health problems, just acute fatigue, which always makes me whiny and unpleasant. I'm wondering whether I'm reaching the end of my tether. It wouldn't be good, as there's no hope for things changing any time, soon.

Let's just say this much: there's no word on this planet, in any language, living or dead, that could express how much I hate housework.

And no, baking doesn't count as housework. Baking is therapy.