Grandpa Martin?

I think I slept funny last night, because my back’s been bothering me all day.

And it was no fun to have a four-hour meeting where I had to sit in an uncomfortable chair the whole time, but worse might have been walking around the office with my hand on my back, in a small degree of agony.

And worse than that may have been the feeling that if I’ve got back pain, then I must be getting old.

What’s next?

Will my hair start turning gray?

Will I start yelling at “young’uns” on the T just for the hell of it?

Will I start talking more and more about the good old days?

Will I start to eat liquid meals?

I don’t want to be old.

At least not yet.