Get off my lawn!
Christ, do I feel like an old man this morning.
My shoulder is sore and my hip hurts. I’m sitting on the couch because, damn it, I deserve some relaxation at this point.
To top it off, well… Okay, I’ve got nothing to top it off. I read the news this morning and it contained neither inspiration nor indignation for me, which suggests that I’m just really, really tired 
So, how old do I have to get before I have mornings like that?