Some days I feel more like an old dog than others.  Recently I met one of our neighbors I often see walking in the morning.  When he told me he was 80 years old, I felt young.  Then he told me that he had been retired for 20 years, and suddenly I felt much more like one of the “old dogs”.

Can one use “exciting” and “exhausting” in describing the same events?  And, while I am asking that question, can one discuss sewers, elections, and alarms at the same time?  For me, all of this comes together in a blur.

It first happened (or so it seemed) this past Saturday in Ann Arbor. In fact, it happened twice – once when I parked and again when we were looking for the car. Someday someone else may tell you how a friend, the police, and family members saved me.

For more months that I can recall I have begun the process of writing this on Tuesday and/or Wednesday, in order to relieve the Thursday morning Thirst stress I had been experiencing by developing them entirely on Thursday mornings. But this week was different. Monday’s busy schedule put me behind the ball on Sunday’s sermon preparation. Tuesday I made seven different home visits. Wednesday I focused on preparing for Thursday’s funeral, changing Friday’s plans to attend an out-of-town family funeral, and catching up on Sunday’s sermon preparation. Then, around 8:30 p.m., I realized it was Wednesday evening and I had not even considered that the next day would bring Thursday morning. OOPS!