I didn't even eat blueberries. I was going to cook dinner but someone else volunteered and I stayed on the couch. I was exhausted. A few months ago, I went retarded and agreed to start a band and play with them for at least a year. Saturday was our first gig. I've been more or less retired for a decade. Muscles hurt that I'd forgotten existed. The good news is that it's not nearly as hot under LED lights. Music was my primary source of income while in college. It was then my second job. Then, I kept playing after I no longer needed the money. So, it has been an important element in my life. It was great to get back out there and perform, but it's physically exhausting. I am no spring chicken.