I saw a cartoon in which the grandmother is asked how old she feels. She responds, “I feel like I’m every age I’ve ever been.”
I understand.
I think I remember staying up until all hours, then going to school or work the next morning. I don’t/can’t/have no desire to do so today.
Instead, as Pink Floyd put it:
When I come home cold and tired
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire
Today, an evening after work, sitting with my wife in the evening, reading a good book, catching up on magazines like Smithsonian or Wired, or watching a movie is a delight.
As well it should.
sfnowak 