Jar: 1 Me: 0

Today I had an abnormal amount of trouble opening a jar. This should not happen. I struggled with this stupid jar for nearly 5 minutes, which feels like an eternity. I broke a sweat for crying out loud! Finally, after twisting, turning, alternating hands and swearing at a non-responsive, yet obviously stubborn jar, I was finally able to get it open. All I wanted was some sauerkraut for my hot dog!

What in the h-e-double hockey sticks happened? Am I not the designated jar opener of the family? Will I lose my prideful duty to some machine that opens jars with little effort? Are my once strong hands becoming obsolete?

I'm the same person who just last year used this very blog to merely brag about how far I could hurl a boulder. I'm the same person who once on a road trip I stopped at a truck stop in nowhere, Montana and had the high score on a video game that tests your hand strength. That was with my left hand!

Is it weird I'm bitter against a jar? Have I weakened that much? Or am I just running out of things to blog about? Why am I asking so many questions? And who exactly am I asking? I may or may not be suffering from cabin fever.