Time to rest, again

I seem to spend a lot of time sleeping these days. I seem to spend a heck of a lot of time, too, just resting.
I think this blog must be the cause. After all, it takes a lot of time to decide on a subject, to mull the idea over, and then to remember it a day or so later. Even typing seems more tiring. For years, by the way, I've complained that computer keyboards aren't as good as typewriters but, when I tried one of those a week or so ago I discovered that it couldn't spell either!
My wife reminds me, often, that "I'm no orphan" (although, of course, I am) and that I "ain't no chicken" either.
The truth is that I'm about as fit and alert as any man should expect when firmly launched into his seventies.
I do a bit of exercise, for instance, and I find that encourages rest and sleep - both of which I enjoy. I do a bit of housework, the occasional odd-job (not enough to make "herself" feel challenged though)and can be persuaded to water things, dig holes and carry stuff in the garden.
But I don't "work" and more,and don't want to. I've friends, I have the time and energy for occasional travel, and interests like this web site to keep me busy enough to wonder how it is that the weeks and years pass to rapidly. And then, of course, there are our kids and the grand-children, about whom I've enthused in earlier postings, and whose enthusiasms today undoubtedly encouraged tonight's item heading.
Now, of course, I'm really tired.
Goodnight!