A slow start to the day

Just a few months ago I would have romped in 60 degree weather; this morning at 6:30, it felt uncomfortably chilly and damp. I put a space heater on my feet. How did this snow shoveling person at negative degrees become so thermometer wimpy? Just one of those anomalies I suppose.

Today I am going to have to prime myself like an old-fashioned pump to get myself working. However, this little voice keeps broadcasting from my being: She’s NOT ready for priming yet. STAY BACK.

Perhaps I need a late in life career change, something that has a little pizazz – Say, maybe a hit man?