I am kinda of worried

The Ks spent most of weekend outside.

On Saturday we took down all the Christmas decorations, picked up the last remenants of Eddy's winter 'markings' and just enjoyed the warm, sunny weather. N, his friends and I went for a nice long bike ride in the evening and topped off the nite with a round of slurpies.

I was asleep in bed by 10 p.m. and slept right until 6 a.m.

After spending a couple of hours at work, we were outside again, cleaning out over 20years of stuff (mostly A's stuff) out of our garage. Three visits to the local dumpster and a A hadn't changed his mind about throwing out anything. At least he didn't admit to it.

It is now around 8:30 p.m. on Sunday and I can barely walk or sit for that matter.

I thought I was in good shape.

My sore muscles tell me differently.

I worry cause I am getting old and I just can't do the things I used to.