Waving

I wrote about it before, that when friends leave my place I wave. Waving in the window, or the door, was always a habit in my family.

Some of my friends have learned to wave back, some not. But what I thought about recently was more like that I now have to wave with a tense arm, not to show the shivering flesh where I think the biceps should've been. Or whatever muscle is located on the back of the arm.

So no, I don't have a problem with age. It's more like my body doesn't cooperate!