--Usually by the time Sunday rolls around I’m just to dang tired to raise to another of the countless showdowns everyday life seems to entail as of late.
--Unfortunately it seems to be common knowledge to the universe because on more Sundays than I care to count, find myself teetering on the edge just waiting for the next poke that's sure to send me plummeting over.
--For the life of me I just can't seem to raise to the occasion. But the poking goes on. Usually I’ll ride out the storm bidding my time until the day passes. Gather what rest I can and prepare for the week. Because like a snow ball rolling down a hill by time Monday rolls around it'll be a full day of shoveling muck and mire.
--My wife just shakes her head because she's been blessed with the get up and go of the old feuding clans it seems and can raise to the occasion of a good old fashioned showdown any day of the week.
--Myself I need just one day a week when I can gather what wits I have left in the old brain pan and take a breather so to speak......
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