Interesting day. Had big plans to do things in two towns where we have to shop, and some fun stuff in the village where we live. We got about half done, then agreed to come home, take a nap, and do nothing for the rest of the day. My daughter's only 49, and I'm "only" 70. Did some evil god sneak in and make us old when we weren't looking? What happened to the two "supermoms" who could go all day long on a pot of coffee and a couple of Danish?
One way or another, we get quite a bit done. I can still drink a pot of coffee, and sleep like a log all night, except for the two nightly visits to the restroom. I understand that's a common occurrence for senior citizens. Seni . . . what?!? I know I'm a citizen, I've read my birth certificate, and they always let me vote. But, senior? I've only been a senior twice in my life, once in 1960, and once in 1994. When did I get this latest elevated status? Guess I just wasn't paying attention.
Tomorrow I'll be busy looking things up. Do I still have proof of ownership for all the software to be uploaded on my new hard drive? Do I still have the receipt on my three-year-old tires, which entitles me to free rotation for the rest of their unnatural lives? I'll probably spend some of the time asking myself dumb questions. Like, why did I buy an extended warranty on a five-year-old car that had its first major breakdown three weeks after the warranty expired? Why did the computer chip that allows me to use my cruise control, cigarette lighter, auxiliary plug in for electronic goodies, and lord knows what else, quit working two months after the car was paid off? Do I give a shit? Why don't I just have another cup of coffee, and join my friend Jim's WGAS club in Hawaii? These, and other inane questions will probably plague my dreams tonight.
That's enough thrashing around for one thoroughly inauspicious Thursday. Remember, tomorrow we can say, TGIF!
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