It's just me

Oh, it's only you, Tom

There are lots of sayings, a favorite at the moment being I thought getting old would take longer. But it hasn’t, didn’t. Who is that old man anyway. Sure as aitch ain’t me, only thirty-nine years old. 

Or, I was. Thought I still am. Somebody’s lying. If it’s not the camera, it’s the mirror.

Lately’ve been waking up still asleep. The grogginess, e.g., up early this morning for twenty-one seconds, back into warm bed to doze another hour. But dozing doesn’t help. Up. Sit on edge of bed. Cuppa black and square of dark helps, eh, though yesterday was still groggy being followed down the aisle. What is it?

Three shopping days ’til Xmas. 

Eighty minutes ’til the mill whistle blows and the walk starts.

Don’t say eighty.