I Hope that I Get Old Before I Die

Clear off the kitchen table, darling.

For on the kitchen table I must lie.

I'm just tired for my wife

Served the banquet of my life

and I hope that I get old before I die.

~They Might Be Giants, "I Hope that I Get Old Before I Die"

This is enduring to the end.

This is remembering that the problems I have are small and manageable and mostly only irritations, compared to the shattering woes of so many, many others out there.

My woes:

1. Oldest son has a dead battery in his van.

2. The tree that got cut down a few weeks ago, there's still a lot of firewood from it in the front yard, and chopping it up with the wedge and sledgehammer is proving to be tougher than I expected.

3. I'm a little tired of the relatively easy, good-paying job that I have.

4. I'm a little tired of the side gig I have, grading papers.

5. It's snowing in the mountains not too far from here, and here is is only early October.

6. The ash in the back yard is being killed by beetles.

7. I still have a lot of sand to haul in and spread to level the back yard.

8. The basement bathroom -- one of four functioning bathrooms in the house -- isn't finished being remodeled yet.

So yeah. It's hard to join this pity party because there's not really all that much to pity here.