self portrait.

The truth?

I have a marathon in a little over two weeks.

My right knee creaks like a rickety rocking chair.

And croaks like a bullfrog.

My left one pulls tricks too.

Like the one it pulled last night when we were up with Erik for his two hour sleep hiatus.

See, he's trying to coax some molars through

and they're being resistant.

Don't get me wrong: life really is grand.

Perhaps what I actually mean...

I think that li'l hat fits nicely.