Getting old ain't for sissy's.
I always intended to live hard, die young and leave a good looking corpse.
Screwed up somewhere down the line.
Over 50 gas happens, live with it. Over 60 it happens a lot.
Still in the long run every day on the green side of the grass is a good day.
Rain showers here today, not much sun. But the smell of the earth washed clean, ohhh that takes you back to long long ago and far far away land. Good clean rich smell. Smell of rich earth, growing things and the untamed west wind.
Yeah life is good, so far.