On Friday one of my coworkers said something that almost brought me to tears. He characterized me as a “high energy guy”.
When I was his age I worked 50 hours a week on my job, ran 5 miles a day 5 days a week, practiced martial arts six times a week, conducted a church choir, managed a drama group that produced four or five shows a year, and sang for a couple of weddings every weekend. No exaggeration. That was my life.
Now, that was high energy.
I got tired just reading about your earlier activities!
There was a short period (when my car was in the shop) that I ran three miles to judo practice, practiced judo for several hours, and then ran back. That was too much.
Remind me not to meet you in a dark alley even now. Cranky old men are the worst. I know, I was married to one.
O/T – having spent the last week in Italy I will tell you the immigration issue is a complete mess. I haven’t seen so many guys with machine guns in my life. They are everywhere. And that was even in Amalfi. Barcelona is obviously better. It will be interesting to see how things are in Amsterdam and London.
https://www.washingtonpost.com/world/europe/overwhelmed-by-migrants-italy-threatens-to-bar-the-door-to-rescue-ships/2017/06/30/348794b0-5c23-11e7-aa69-3964a7d55207_story.html?utm_term=.8cf23569cbac
The ethnic states of Europe will either adapt or do what they’ve done every couple of generations for the last millennium: forcibly expel the immigrants—even those who’ve been living with them for generations.
I see this post as an invitation to my worst impulses. You’ve been told you need “content.”
The Temptations:
https://www.vagalume.com.br/temptations/ball-of-confusion.html