You know, I’ve noticed lately that come 2 or 3 o’clock in the afternoon if I try to sit down to do something like read or watch TV, I can’t keep my smuckerseyes open.  I’m literally nodding off with the droopy lids, startling head bob and all.  (I think one time I even noticed a little moisture at the corner of my mouth.  But that does not leave this blog.  Do you hear me?  I know where most of you live.)  And I can’t help but think if you’re only as old as you feel then I’m just a shuffle away from the front of a Smucker’s jar.

And what is up with that recurring whisker under my chin?  Seriously!