On a day like today

On a day like today, the sun is shining, my son is shining too - he's running around running innocent riot here there and everywhere. I'm trying to keep up and we both laugh when he calls me slowcoach. I kid myself it's psychosomatic, unconscious hypochondria. I tell myself its BFS. I pray it is. It's age combined with some kind of unidentified deficiency messing with me, that's all it is. We shall see.