You know what I really hate about getting old? I can do everything I USED to do, but it takes more and more time to recover from it.

Yesterday, with a gorgeous day out and many plans, I totally collapsed. Laid down for a short nap (which normally recharges me for the day) and was out like a light for hours. When I did get up, I was still so tired I could hardly hold my head up.  Sam and Dave (what one of my readers called the black spots under my eyes) were in town.

At sunset, I Tim Conway‘d my way down to the beach to watch the sun go down. The neighbor and her grandson came down to collect mussels. I heard her tell him, “No, don’t bother her.” But here he came, with a big stick. She smiled and said, “He wanted to bring you a stick because you look tired.”

Oy. I took the stick, of course, and used it on the way home. Not that I needed it — but when a kid goes out of his way like that to be a good boy, we encourage them, don’t we?

This is one of the major reasons I’m processing all these books and art for Indyplanet. I just don’t have the endurance I used to. Once they’re all up, as books and webcomics, I can slow down and just post webcomics, do pages, do some blogs, and DO MORE STORIES!

God, I’d do artwork out the kazoo for anybody who took over processing and posting books while I went off and scanned and cleaned all the Stinz pages in preparation for the next job. I mean, you could write your own ticket on lots and lots of original art.

I’ve already made all the templates on Open Office and Gimp so it would be easy. Well, it would be EASIER.

I note in building this post that somebody else is using “Tim Conway” as a synonym for aging, because of his hilarious old-guy performance.

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