I’m not the least surprised either.
Since I’m almost sixty fucking years old, been fighting a bad back for forty, turning wrenches even longer than that and having survived fifty plus car and motorcycle wrecks, I should be grateful I can walk at all.
So everyone will have to forgive me if I ain’t up running around doing a bunch of shit today.
As the old saying goes, the mind is willing but the body is weak.
I do need to go put those tools away at some point but for now I am just going to sit here and do Fuck All until the Ibuprofen kicks in at the very least.
In the mean time I’ll try and quit whining so much.
Maybe I should try thinking positively, eh?
Because it ain’t going to get any better at this point.