It’s kind of like deja-vu because I feel like I’ve been this age since, oh, 1992. The camera’s having troubles, otherwise I’d have posted pictures of the mules helping me celebrate by mobbing me for their post-mudbath brushing.
All I can say is I’m in pretty good shape, except for my right ankle, the small of my back, my elbow sometimes, the cholesterol thing, and those nagging symptoms of early onset pretty much everything.
Couple of muscle relaxers and a shot of whiskey and I can still swing from the trees with the rhesus monkeys.