The Bloody Doors Off

There’s a guy just off to the side of an open manhole cover. He’s jumping up and down, repeating “fifty-four today, fifty-four today, fifty-four today”.

A guy, let’s call him Paul, walks up to the dude. Ask what’s going on?

“fifty-four today, fifty-four today.” Arms are gesticulating towards the man-made hole.

Curious, I, I mean, he bends over to take a look.

“Fifty-four today,” he puts a boot to the unaware person’s ass, pushing him off balance, and causing the poor man to fall through the manhole.

“Fifty-five today, fifty-five today, fifty-five today…”

Another milestone.

My brothers both retired at or around this age.

I’m never gonna retire. I can’t afford to.

Eh, I’ve talked that to death.

You can’t solve the problem if you don’t shake up the equation.

Or something like that.

Was at the dentist again today. More fillings on the bottom right teeth. I’ve got a follow-up next month to assess/game plan about the teeth up top. The only way I got through it emotionally unscathed was the nitrous.

Ugh. Boring.

I’ll come back when I get out of this funk.

Happy birthday to me.