Time is grinding away and I am between the grinders. I feel like I am trying to run but just standing there with my legs going around in circles like an old cartoon and me not going anywhere.
Am I having a mid-life crisis finally, at the age of fifty-nine? 59... Maybe. Maybe not.
Maybe I'm just stressed out. Woohoo, yeah, I know, everybody is stressed out. Everyone doesn't handle it the same way.
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