I’m old.
My mom called me last night at 1:30am and I was, of course, asleep because some people have responsibilities in this world, missy. She said “you weren’t asleep, were you?!” Yes, I was sleeping, and yes, my day can be made or destroyed by the quality of my morning BM, and yes I have chronic back pain, and yes my fingers are starting to do that bendy thing that happens when you’re old and you get arthritis, and yes I just sit around and blather about the “good old days,” and yes…hm?…zzzzzzzzz
