Middle Age Walloping

All of a sudden, I feel ancient.  
I spent most of my time looking for what's usually perched on top of my head:  my readers.

In spite of my Handsel and Gretel trail of glasses throughout the house, vehicles and barn.

It's only 8:30, but my chores are done and the horse is out of his air conditioned stall, so I'm turning in for the night.  
While Cole had his second chemotherapy at Auburn University today I ran a dozen errands.
We're going to act middle aged together and see who snores the loudest.