Last Friday, a friend invited me out for a beer after work. I had to decline, as I had raked a mile and a half of trail, painted two bridges, cleaned out more drainage ditches and culverts than I could count, and helped remove 12 downed trees off the trails that week and I was almost asleep on my feet. You know you're starting to get old when all you can think of at 6 PM on a friday evening is how comfy your jammies are!