Don’t run, except it. (Jenny Agutter…Mmmm)
Sometimes I think there is something to be said for not living past 30. I’m well past it and sometimes feel much further past it. Today is one of them with just a whole litany of minor ailments that make me want to go lay down and nap to forget about them, but I’m afraid if I do lay down I won’t wake up. I know this is some sort of age thing, because if I was still in my 20’s none of these things would bother me, I’d just shrug them off if I noticed them at all. And I remember watching Letterman a few years back when he was at the age I am now and every night he would complain, in his way, about some minor ailment befalling him. It has got to be some, perhaps a male trait only, age induced hypochondria. I just hope I live through it. 🙂