Maybe I'm just too old to ever feel like I am fully rested.  It seems like I am always tired.  I go for a while and then I need to rest or eat or something to get back my energy.  I try to go to bed early or to sleep in late but sooner or later I crash and then at the end of the day I am really out of fuel.  It seems that my youth is so long ago that I don't even have a good memory of energy.  Here it is my 'day of rest' and I did rest, but I am still exhausted in spite of actually not doing much of anything.   We did take a drive and, of course, we had church this morning, but it's almost as if I need the work day to come so I can take it easy.  If this is what it means to grow old then I say that it does have some disadvantages.  There are some advantages though to being old.  I get to call the ladies in the ward by their first names.  (They still call me Brother Weaver.)  And I do believe that I live a little smarter now then I did when I was young.  I seem to have my grand kids fooled into thinking that I am something our kids do treat me kindly due to my age.  And the best part is that having been with Sheila long enough to grow old together we really get along well.  It is such a special thing to have a friend that has been with you long enough to really know you well, and still decide to stay around.  We really don't have to entertain each other much.  Just being together means so much by itself.  I can't really describe it very well, but its like living one life instead of two, but still being two different people but walking and stumbling forward as one.  Words really do fail, but just being together is what it is.  It seems that we have been together so long, and yet we are still just beginners when we think about where it is that we intend to be.  I still don't understand why, but I sure love that we are.