It is Sunday morning in Phoenix, the sun is shining, the temperature is 70 + degrees.
I feel like I have been on a two-week bender, have played football with my grandchildren, after which was run over by a truck. Everything hurts, and fatigue makes it difficult to complain.
The high point of the here and now is George Winston on Pandora.
So, quit whining Larry. Find a good book, make some raisin toast, curl up with your dog, read the morning away.
Tomorrow will be better, it always is and I will be here.