OK, so place a lump of coal in my stocking, but I feel grumpy this morning.  I just celebrated another birthday.

What makes it troubling is that I still don’t feel any different than I did when I was 23.  Other than I don’t sleep as well as when I was that age, or it takes me 15 minutes of stretching before I can move, and I don’t quite feel like making that workout every other day, and where did all that gray hair come from?  As some of my senior citizen friends say (guys/gals over 70), getting older beats the alternative.  Regardless, the DOB on my driver’s license says I was born in the first half of the last century.  Wow.  Maybe I need a younger woman in my life.  No, that would probably kill me.  The first (and only) wife has made that very clear.  So, I’ll just continue to grouse and complain – it’s what old people do!  LOL