You must realize that I'm an aging dynamo. 44 years of all the wrong foods fueling a physique and passion and mission that would leave regular folks...well, just regular. Tonite, though, there was no food at all, just merlot. And I dont feel the worse for it. My fifteen year old houndog is dying, presently, layed-out flat...and I'm wondering how I'm gonna 'splain it to the kids.
But then, maybe he'll pull through, like the other times...and the mornings trouble will only have to do with the fact that its 6 degrees outside.