What am I doing up at 3:00 a.m., you ask? Well, that's what happens when you go to bed at 6:45 p.m. I knew this was going to happen. My body is a fine-tuned clock -- ROLFOL, I did qualify the "fine-tuned" part! I slept away Saturday, so Sunday night I tossed and turned. I think I actually slept about two hours. Monday I was dragging butt at work. I seriously considered closing the door to an empty office and snoozing for an hour at lunchtime. The same on Tuesday. I barely made it home last night. I drove home with my mouth open the whole way; I couldn't stop yawning. Got home, took Daisy out, and then headed upstairs just to get something. That bed looked SO inviting. I slept like a rock until 15 minutes ago. Maybe a glass of wine at dinner tonight with Mr. & Mrs. Boss will straighten things out. It would be real tempting to sit on the sofa and applique right now, but I'm going to head back to bed and try to go back to sleep.
It's my birthday today. I'm officially 56. I told someone this week that I can't figure out when that happened. I don't feel 56; I don't act 56. This one has bothered me a bit. You know those age categories you have to check on a questionnaire, 46-50, 51-55? Now I'm in the 56-60 category.
Trying to put a positive spin on things, I was thinking about the advantages to being 56. I might need some help with this one. I qualify for senior citizen discounts at restaurants. I could join AARP. I'm a protected worker because of age. I don't have to explain myself when I get sassy. That's all I can think of at the moment. Any others?
Age is a state of mind. I've decided for just today I'm going to be 29. All day. All 24 hours of it.