Monster, in the not too distant past, you weren't working a job with rules and expectations of a boss. Back then you were the boss, in charge or organizing, and transport of, a very busy herd of Jr Beestmonsters, along with running the household, and entertaining Banana Lady. Aches and pains, ain't nobody got time for that. Booster clubs to drag and prod for the teams. Stupid officials to correct, and supper will be a little late, I'm running a triathlon today. You're feeling an accumulation of beating your self up... and loving it. A couple more beers and you'll feel better.
