I hope that I don’t get old enough to be described as “spry” anytime soon.

But….if I was really old, and someone was describing me as “spry”…..well, I suppose that it would be a compliment.

I guess the problem is when I start thinking of myself as spry.

Some of these mornings, though, I think I’d rise and take the bait if it meant that I felt spry.

Old and sore is sure a bad state of mind.

I’d rather be spry.