Thursday, January 28, 2010

Complaints are a dime a dozen.

I've got a lot of them, lately, too.  Old age has sped up from creeping to racing, and I've been feeling the fright of death approaching.  I don't have time, now, to do even a few of the things I always wanted to do, but thought I'd get to later.  When I have the money.  After I retire.  Well, after I retire - if I manage to do that - I won't have the money to actually DO anything, and I'm getting weaker and more rickety by the day.

Lately I've been working out pretty steadily, and it's having its usual effect.  More energy, better fitting clothes, head clearer.  As I've changed the way I work out, this may last longer than normal.  Fingers crossed.