Ain't Broken...But You Can See the Cracks in the Foundation

Don't you hate when you wake up more tired than when you went to bed?

And I'm not sure if its the weather, but I was aching today, and more than the cranky knee.

I stopped by to see my friends at the first office and the two wonderful women that work there noticed that I wasn't my usual belligerent, sarcastic self.

"You look tired," Debby said.

"Something's wrong with me."

"Don't say that!"

Jeannette joined the conversation and they asked my age.

"46," I said.

"Yeah, he's getting there," Debby said.

My friends went on to explain that there would be a day when you reach the point of no return and the aches and pains of age will just stay with you.

Was today my first day of it?

Actually I haven't felt quite right since the mid-90's, but man, hopefully there will be more pain-free, well-rested sort of days ahead.

The Yanks are going to have two games this weekend - Game 6 tonight and Game 7 tomorrow. Other than that I plan on getting a lot of rest.

Naps, long drawn out moments under a blanket on the couch. Maybe a steam and a whirlpool at the YMCA.

You know, things the old folks do.

After all, I have to rest up. The Yanks are going to be in the World Series next week.

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