Since The Fatigue has taken hold over the past couple of years, there have been precious few opportunities to reassert my dwindling sense of manhood.
Here I am, apparently in the prime of my life yet without the energy and drive to run for President, kill a wild boar with my bare hands, or race my son to the end of the garden.
Instead of being a testosterone fuelled Alpha Male, I’d rather have an afternoon nap.
However, today I was able to recapture some of that lost pride.
Today I was able to show I am still a man who can fulfil his manly duties.
Today I assembled a wardrobe in the bedroom.
Without an instruction booklet.
Hah! Who’s the daddy!