Monday Morning Blues

It may not be that it is Monday as much as the fact that my birthday is today. Damn! How in the world did I get to be 52 years old? I was talking to a writer friend the other day and I liked her take on it. She said that I must have been having so much fun all these years I wasn't paying attention.  We'll go with that, but it's still not making me feel less blue. I hate getting old. And I don't care what they say about 60 being the new 40, it's bullshit. How many young people do you hear saying it? That's what I thought.