Tuesday, July 5, 2011

I hate getting old.
So what if you get a bit smarter--if that really happens
it does not make up for all the other deficiencies, the dropping of things, the not remembering dropping things, the absolute certainty that the new little age spot is really melanoma, just waiting to grow wild.
I hate getting old. I hate having pains in the morning when you wake up, the time you should be feeling your best after a good night's sleep
Yeah Right
Nights are either full of weird and crazy dreams or fighting buzzing insects that are not taking swipes for "NO" but will pursue you and your sweet blood all night
and nights are full of mutts feeling they have to defend their territory by barking incessantly and loudly at anything that moves outside
nights
nights were supposed to be a time to rest and get ready for another day
Well, I gotta tell you. That is hogwash when you get to be a certain age. Sleep eludes you, logic escapes you and bodily functions wreak havoc with your night.
I hate getting old.

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