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