I can't pick a spot on the calendar and say "yup, that's when it all went to hell". It creeps up on you. One day you find your self looking for a hand cart because you can't just carry something any more. You are digging out the engine hoist to lift something that used to be child's play. You buy one of those really big lighted magnifiers because you can't see. You can only sand so long before your hands ache. You find yourself taking more breaks to the point of falling asleep in a chair.

It just creeps up on you like age itself.