Speaking for my self, Yeah, getting old is a real B*$%h. I'll be 67 on Sunday, and right now, I'm feeling every year of it. Working 6-8 hours a day for the past two weeks, building my utility shed, has gotten my arthritis and tendonitis all riled up. Despite the Aleve, I go to bed hurtin' and wake up hurtin'. At least, it's done (excepts for soffits and cleaning up) and I can rest my poor joints. Thanks goodness, building the TTT won't be as hard. At least, I won't be using my antique 10 lb framing nailer and lifting 50 lb plywood sheets and shingles 9' up onto the roof.
However, despite those creaks and pops in the joints, I can relate to two country songs. George Jones "...I may be old, but I ain't impaired, I don't need yore rockin' chair..." and Toby Kieth "...I ain't as good as I once was, but I'm as good once as I ever was..."
