So, my old friend Wolfie wants me to accompany him on a walk of the Appalachian Trail, the entire 2,000, 3 month walk. Sounds enticing. If I were actually retired, wonderful. I can just hear Melanie now, what? While we are barely making ends meet, while I am working twelve hour days and week-ends, and you want to do what? Oh, bucket lists are wonderful for the Jacks and Morgans and Mikes of this world, who have accomplished about everything there is to accomplish, and then need more things to accomplish.
I am just at this point trying to get up the nerve to hike down to some employer and seek a job among the land of the young and stamina filled. I am just trying to keep from sitting at this same Sheldon spot on the couch and contemplating naval lint.
Wolfie, I promise in the next few weeks I will ponder it deeply, go out and daily play the lottery, and if perchance, the numbers roll for me, then yes, I will lace up the Danner's and pack the Kelty full of MRE's and accompany you the entire way.
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