I cannot remember the last time I awoke in the morning to feeling good. Everyday brings a new ache, a new pain, just more evidence that I am growing older. I used to be able to work like a mule and feel okay the next day. Now I work like a jackass and feel like crap the next day. I imagine most men my age know exactly what I am talking about. You know, like working with a bunch of younger men and keeping up with them so you feel like you were beat down by the lot of them the following day.
People keep telling me to take it easy. But, they don’t realize that in my mind I was taking it easy. I am not prone to injury although a few months ago I damn near ripped my thumb off. That was a abnormal event as I rarely injure myself. The aches and pains of growing old are a different critter all together. If I carry bags of cement today, my arms and back ache the next day. If I climb up and down a ladder all day, my feet hurt. If I spend the evening entertaining a young lady, my back and my tongue hurts the next day. Anyway, you get the point.
Getting old should be against the law. “You are accused of getting old, to the gas chamber with you!” I mean maybe that would be more merciful than having to live with the aches and pains of getting old. I’ll tolerate getting old so long as my penis still works. When it quits, I am done. Okay maybe I’ll stick around for some therapy with a young Sex Therapist for a while just to make sure.
Regardless, it is Monday. As it is Monday and I woke up feeling like bitching about something to celebrate it being Monday, Happy Monday everybody.
(Oh, if you are in a good mood this wonderful Monday, I hope a dog pisses on your foot!)