Scraping thinset from between newly-laid tile while breathing in sewer gas from the toilet pipe is not fun, and a sure way to a splitting headache.
IT doesn't matter how comfortable you are or how fluffy the pillows are, if you snore, you will NOT get a good night's sleep. Neither will your wife.
Forget how much you used to be able to run or bike 10 years ago, or even six months ago. When you go back to the gym after two months of holiday eating and lack of motivation, you will be a flabby sweatbox who is lucky to be able to walk a mile or do less than a half-hour on the exercise cycle. Accept it, work out within your limits, and do better next time.
(as a side note: ow, my fucking legs!)
There is no such thing as low-calorie homemade fudge or healthy pumpkin pie. Telling yourself it is doesn't make it so, and sweating off 300 calories doesn't mean you can eat 500 calories of dessert as a reward.
Trying to summarize three weeks of headaches and family feuds in a single journal entry just doesn't work. Better to leave the tale unwritten, although not soon forgotten.
You know you're old when "alternative" groups like the Clash, Elvis Costello, and the Police are inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. When Queen and Aerosmith (two of my favorite bands in the 80s and 90s) were inducted in 2001, I accepted that by rationalizing these were "rock dinosaurs" who either were kept alive by greatest hits and soundtrack albums, or were rehabbed and reborn in the 80s and were effectively a different band than they were in the 70s. In 2002, when the Ramones and the Talking Heads were inducted, I was too busy to notice, and most of their members were either dead or not making mainstream music anymore (David Byrne has always been a bit eccentric).
With the death of Joe Strummer, however, I realize that the great British punk and post-punk bands of the late 70s and early 80s are now more than just "retro", they are saddled with the emasculating term of "classic rock" without the radio airplay and with no relevance in modern music (Sting being the exception, but his music is so far away from early Police albums as to be unrecognizable as being the same person).