Adventures of a Modern Day, Middle-Aged Hero, on the Glory Road(to family security)



The good news is that over the last three weeks of dress rehearsals and shows, leaving the house at 5:45 in the morning and not getting home until 10:30pm, skipping dinner and not drinking beer,  I have lost 9 pounds.


But...that finally seems to have caught up to me...yesterday morning I woke up feeling like lukewarm dog poop.

I think it's because I allowed my blood alcohol concentration to sink too low...my pickle jar is running out of brine.  My wife has some other theory about 'lack of sleep' and 'poor nutrition'...but my scenario gives me an excuse to add a slug of vodka to my 'Emergen-C'. 

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