Recently I got up on the wrong foot, and my right knee immediately told me- it’s gonna rain, mother, don’t even doubt it. Looked in the mirror, sighed, fixed my rollers, and went to the kitchen for my chicory because coffee makes my heart pound like crazy... Remembered how at twenty-five I’d fly in heels until morning, and now my main extreme sport is going to the market to pick decent cucumbers for pickling. Being single at my age is when you're just glad no one is snoring in your ear or asking where his clean socks are. Bought myself a new shawl, sitting here knitting and thinking that life is like yarn: it tangles here, breaks there, but it can still keep you warm. The main thing is to keep your feet warm and not waste nerves on fools,it’s all vanity anyway.