this morning #2166.

this morning, with the bathroom door sealed tight behind me, i disrobed. positioned myself in front of the mirror. gave the front of my aging frame a thorough once over. except for my underarms, i don’t look as flabby as i feel. not too shabby for someone so prone to lack of activity though. i turned to the side. my slightly-sagging ass could use some attention, as could my slightly-puffed stomach. once upon a time, i kept a close eye on this sort of stuff. these days, it just doesn’t matter as much. rolling the boulder up the hill. i could buy some weights. i could try to stay in shape. i ain’t getting any younger though. at this point in life, the most i can hope for is to decrease the rate of decline.