Getting Old

One of the things I remember the most about my grandparents house was that it was always warm, to the point of being almost hot.  As I get older I'm beginning to understand.  70 degrees, under cloudy skies, is great when you are just walking around, but this morning, at 45 mph, wearing a short sleeve shirt under my SHIFT mesh jacket, it got down right chilly on the way to work.  The problem is, this afternoon, it'll be 90.

There are other signs, the sore hips & sore lower back from mowing the lawn, the new eyeglass prescription every year the impending arrival of my daughter's 'teen' years, and yet, I'm young enough to be having a blast in life.  Perhaps that's the real key.  Check back in another 35 years and I'll let you know if I'm still having a blast, if I'm not, hopefully there's a good reason.

Content by dru_satori, edited on a Mac using SandVox (because I'm lazy)