Ooof! Sometimes it just doesn’t pay to get up in the morning even on a beautiful day such as this. How do I know this? It’s the bones! The bones tell all. When every bone in my skeleton is identifying itself by banging on the pain receptors in it’s general vicinity, I know just exactly what kind of day it’s going to be.

I feel like I’ve been dragged through a knothole backwards.

Was there actually a time when I used to jump out of bed, ready for the day? Was there possibly a time when I could just pull on my riding clothes, throw on a leather jacket, jump on the Harley and head out for a Saturday poker run at 6:00 am so I could get breakfast at the local diner first? Was there?

Almost seems like a another life entirely. Especially when my standard way of getting out of bed on mornings such as this one is gradually spilling off the edge of the bed and hopefully landing on something soft–like a cat.

So now it’s time to drag my sorry butt off to “mind the store” for my honey while she spends the second day of her show feeling about the same way I do (she also got out of bed in the same manner this morning. We share our pain). So all you younger folks out there who have no clue what I’m talking about, enjoy the pain-free time that you have.

It’s only temporary.

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