I'm tired. I feel it in my muscles and bones. I have less stamina. This old body's been through a lot.

I'm getting old. I'm not as sharp as I used to be. I can't concentrate like I used to. I have less patience.

But, I'm still here, walking on the grass side of Terra.

Sometimes, while sitting at my desk I'll lean over a little to the right in my chair and look out the window at the beautiful countryside. The cardinals at the feeder, the mockingbird splashing in the birdbath, the multi-colored crepe myrtle trees swaying with the breeze, the squirrel infested and nut laden pecan tree, all outlined by huge loblolly pines and the big blue Texas sky.

And my mind wanders.