Hard Living

I have no idea who came up with this term, but I suspect it applies to me - drinking way too much, living on the couch at hours like this, the whole bit.


Actually, for you initiates, there really isn't any hardness on the couch, so relax.


My father is 88, and strong as an ox. - a gene I apparently didn't inherit, being 62 and on a couch at 3am.


But there is a steely side to me - I just need to find it and exercise it. 


Then there's the couch, and Murder, She Wrote reruns.


I can hardly think right now.  Hey - there's that hard word.