Half Way to A Hundred.

Yargh, I'm so frustrated. I can't get a full breath. Y'know? Like, when you reach the end of taking in a big, full breath and you get that little feeling that tells you your lungs are all full up? Well, I have been having some trouble getting that lately and it's really starting to tick me off. I just walk around feeling constantly unfilled. And sometimes it's so close, it's just barely out of my lung capacity. Oh how I long for that wee bit of satisfaction that accompanies drawing a deep, hearty breath. It's struck me how much I take breathing for granted. It's a true blessing.

Well, today is the 18th of August, and if you've been paying attention, you'll know that today is my pappy's birthday. Happy day, paps. He is 30 years old. Oh no, wait, I meant, 30 years older than me. So, if I'm eleven, that puts him at about 41. Happy 41st, Father Splendor.

3 more days of mowing. I'm almost there.