A Little Sore & Tired

I went for my physical on Friday.

“Where have you been?” The Doctor asked me.

I hadn’t visited in a little while, but all was well. Why do I need to see a doctor?

Blood work is good. I feel all right most of the time, and visiting a doctor just for the hell of it kind of slips my mind.

So, we basically chatted and she asked if I had any complaints.

It’s a good thing I went on Friday rather than Saturday after I swung the golf club, mowed the lawn and played ball with Ollie.

I woke up feeling tired and sore on Saturday.

“Not in summer shape,” I announced, and I did the best I could to stay off my feet for at least a little while during the day.

By 8:00 I was ready for bed.

That’s the crazy thing about getting older. You don’t feel like any of the things you did in your past should leave you either sore or tired, but here we are.

And there’s nothing wrong with relaxing for a few hours.

The sun went down, and the sky went black. Modern Family reruns were playing in the background as I read from the new John Sandford book…

…I dropped it as struggled to keep my eyes open and make it to a decent time before I went to bed.

My eyes were closed as though I were in a courtroom listening to testimony in a criminal trial.

“Falling asleep, Grandpa?” Sam asked as he passed by.

Just wait, kid.

Just wait.

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