all good things must come to an end

My birthday week has come to an end. It’s time for us to move on. And just as I expected, I ain’t feeling so hot which only means I had an ahh-mazing time. A couple of times. But this morning is better than Friday am. OH MY!

I am old and I require a much, much, much longer recovery time.

My head is cloudy. My body aches.

Any of you are welcome to bring by a sausage mcmuffin with egg & a fountain coke. Preferably large, light on the ice, heavy on the fountain.

You can find me in bed or the couch. I don’t expect to be many other places today.

The countdown to 40 begins…