A long time ago there wuz a joke about growing old that said that 'you know you're old when it takes all night to do what you use'ta do all night.'

So, I've been loading the 150 up for another run to the landfill…I've been loading it for two dayz now 'n I'm getting tired of it…as the day wears on, my rest periods get longer 'n longer 'n my work periods get shorter 'n shorter…

On the plus side, howsumever, I'm getting closer 'n closer to having a full load on board…what's kicking my butt at the moment is walking back 'n forth from the south forty with relatively small pieces to finish up…all the medical advice (available for free on the 'net 'n in junk magazines) is that walking is good for old folk…all I know is I'd rather be swimming…swim for an hour, get out 'n lay in the sun for 15 or 20 minutes, then hit the shower 'n go home feeling good 'cuz you got your exercise in….even if it didn't do you as much good as walking...

Anyhow, the 150 is loaded 'n tarped, ready t'go….only problem is:  THE DAMN THING WON'T START!…I have admitted to being whelmed but, by gosh 'n by golly, I'm getting closer to being overwhelmed….I think it may be time for a dos Equis, maybe two of 'em…