To-The-Bone Tired
After my marathon, no make that triathlon, of a weekend followed by three physically grueling days of work, I am just whooped. For the first time, I truly feel “middle-aged.”
I’d promised gilamonstre I’d get it up for her Tuesday night - and she’s one of the small sub-set of women for whom I will do anything in my power - but I just wasn’t able.
The “IT” I’m talking about is a post about my date last weekend. I’ve tried, repeatedly, to write about it but never got it done. So, just gonna say it was a most excellent night, we’ve spoken by phone several times since and are going out again tomorrow evening.
AND, I’ve been invited on another outing by another suitor on another night this weekend.
I may be feeling middle-aged, but at least I’m still being felt.