On Being in over One's Head

Old age sucks.

Mostly the elderly sit about sipping tea and complaining.

This is the part that sucks. I am neither ready for tea nor complaint.

Fuck arthritis. That is not a complaint; that is merely an observation. That and anything that gets in my way.

There are any number of things to be done, such as guarding an enormous tibia bone from a lamb or sheep, resting now on the front porch. Getting the Boss fired up to the point where he is in over his head, a place from which, in my observation, he functions at his best.

Of course a herd dog must be in over her head. That is in her genome.