Give an old timer a break, will ya?

I've been getting a saddle full of emails lately, all jumping up my skirt for not blogging enough. Jumpin' Jimmney Crickets, what do you people want? Do you know how hard it is just for me to make a successful trip to the latrine at my age? I'm lucky to be breathing, and you yokels expect me to be banging away at the computer day and night. Well, to blazes with you all! Ol' Sherm didn't almost get his keister shot off in 4 different wars just to be a monkey who dances to whatever tune you play. No sir-ree! I'll blog when the spirit moves me, or when my arthritis decides to decides to take a siesta. Whichever comes first.