Damn I must be getting old. My alarm almost never goes off by itself anymore — I’m usually lying there awake already. Although it’s nowhere near Paul’s insomnia, my body just doesn’t want to rest as much as it did before. Heck, I used to have to worry about sleeping past noon on weekends; now I can’t even force myself to sleep in any later than 9am.
I’d better hurry up and get that house so I can start complaining about kids on my lawn…
Gee, thanks for the plug. :-)
Welcome to old age, ol’ buddy. You can now officially join Binky and I in our incessant convos about the old country, damn kids today, and one-upping each other with stories that prove how insanely old we are. ;-)
Look! Those damn kids are on your (mini-) lawn again!!! ;-)