And so I limp, crawl and whine my way into another decade

I thought sixty was bad. But turning seventy really, really sucks. I don’t know why. But somehow seventy just seems old while in the sixties I could still pretend to some level of youth. And honestly, how the hell did I survive this long given the lack of respect I’ve shown my body over the years. I guess I’m not done rescuing animals yet so it’s just not my time. Besides, I still have one more tattoo to get.