Feelin' it
Thirty eight years, today.
Never, ever, when I was younger did I ever believe the crap that 'older' people complained about, as a result of aging.
I'm really starting to see what those people meant.
Trying really hard at the prevention angle, only to watch the slow decline of the mortal coil is not pretty.
Oh well.
Never, ever, when I was younger did I ever believe the crap that 'older' people complained about, as a result of aging.
I'm really starting to see what those people meant.
Trying really hard at the prevention angle, only to watch the slow decline of the mortal coil is not pretty.
Oh well.
Labels: Hitting close to Home
6 Comments:
It gets funner, things like weird chest pains making you freak out about the Big One, and other stuff that dribbles... :-) Turn the light out when you leave.
Dribbles?
Like...NOW?!
Sometimes I wake up from Beta-Mode just enough to think, "How long have I been drooling on my shirt?"
Ha!
Only 38? Damn, I've been married for over 37 years...
BobG,
Then you know what I mean. :)
Happy belated birthday.
Remember: It's not the years, it's the mileage. ;)
Yes, mileage, indeed.
This past weekend was like that; toddler cutting new teeth-type mileage. :)
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