Granny-to-be and I have been watching a lot of our new favorite show, Two and a Half Men. One particular scene sums up the way I have been feeling lately.
The loser brother (not the character I identify with, of course) was curled up in a ball on a bed because his second wife had thrown him out and had taken everything he owned. The son came in and said, "You've been sleeping all weekend."
"I'm old now," said the dad. "That's what old people do. It's a dry run for death."
And don't even get me started about the episode featuring the bad back and painful testicles.