I managed to crawl out of bed this morning--somehow. I was nearly to the john before I could straighten up completely and every joint in my back complained when I did by making cracks at me. Now ordinarily I take a crack at me in stride but these were the kind that make me hurt. One would think that with the exercise I have been getting every day for the past month that I would be getting used to it. I reckon the human body is just like a pickup and when it gets old and you work it very hard it goes to rattling.
Speaking of vehicles, I always head that if you wanted the best get one made at the factory on a Tuesday, Wednesday, or a Thursday. Those on Mondays were put together by hangovers and Fridays by those thinking about going out to make a hangover. I think I was put together on a Friday.
There is about a ton of dirt still in the back of my pickup and on the trailer that I gotta move today. At least it is in 40# bags and I won't have to move it with a Mexican back hoe and a wheelbarrow. Damn, I hate messing around with machinery.
Sweetthing just brought me about two bites of grits and a scrambled cackleberry. I'll enhale it right quick and take a fresh mug of jumpstart to the porch rocker and think about what I am gonna put this old wreck of a carcass through afterwhile. But, I'll be back here when I decide to take a break and when I'm pitching those forty pound bags around that will probably be sooner than later. Y'all come, heah?
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