The Fool on the Hill is in the House.

April brought the fool out in me.
I’ve become all thumbs. I’m doing stupid, stupid things. I’m breaking stuff; injuring myself.
Ugh.

Life in the spaz lane began this weekend. Monday was just as bad. I’ve got a long month ahead.

Or, is this how it begins?

One day - a fairly normal, middle-aged, semi-handy sorta guy. The next - a tottering, good for nothing, old and in the way lug? Life as the village clod is not how I envisioned spending my golden years. Now, hand me that wrench and for your own good … stand clear!