I have reached that age where there is always something to do. Usually, it is around the house. And no, I don’t mean the daily and weekly grind of mundane tedium–ie you ate so there are now dishes to wash.

I’m talking weird things. Things like changing the AC filters and turning the mattress.

I’m pretty sure those chores were in the fine print of the adulting agreement.

I’m sure I could not do those things, but that would lead to costly repairs and replacements. And I am too cheap for that.

If you say I could pay someone to do them for me, then you didn’t read the last line in the paragraph above. Also, there’s the ick factor of people involved and the talking to them. Um, no thanks.

Of course, if I didn’t live in a nice house with a nice bed to sleep in, then I wouldn’t have these problems. So maybe instead of grumping about it, I should be grateful.

After all, whether you are a glass half full or half empty, it is still a glass that can hold more or less stuff–it all depends on what I do with it.

Until next time, stay healthy.

PS–this post was written under the influence of allergy meds and pain relief medication. Migraines are no one’s friend.