Tired Beyond Reasoning...Almost...

Day 4: Back home again finally, for a full day even. It was exhausting. Working at a restaurant is for the young, and yet we all find ourselves mid 30's to early 40's and going after it day after day. There ought to be a point, maybe with each new decade, where you are automatically placed into a job that will reflect your physical capabilities and strengths. I have a feeling, though, that I will never experience such a selection. I will be lucky if I find anything more rewarding or less taxing before I turn 40 (less than five years from now). I suppose the writing is an attempt to wax idealistic that at one point in the future, hopefully before necessity requires it, I will be able to retire from exhaustive physical work and settle into something much more cerebral and inert. These are dreams, but dreaming is something I still do occasionally. Not nearly as often as I once did, mind you. I am glad that life is going quickly by, but not so quickly that I do not feel reasonable acceptance if not reluctant acquiescence is continuously in order. I mean, the keg has to get tapped out at some point, doesn't it?

This has been brought to you under the influence of Southern Tier Double IPA and a rather disproportionate amount of introspection.