At least heading to bed at 8pm isn’t as difficult as last month because it is mighty dark out there. I have to be in to work at 4am tomorrow and 3am on Friday so there are some early to bed and alarms being set for 2:30 and 2:00 am. GAH! Still trying to figure out how to fit in Greys Anatomy tomorrow night.
I got home tonight and took Missy for a walk, although we jogged and walked and jogged and stopped to PUP and walked I realized that it was already getting dark and in just over a week we fall back to standard time and it will be darker earlier in the evening and our ‘joggle’ is going to be more difficult to fit in. I suppose I could put her in the truck and drive to a neighborhood with sidewalks and walk there. It’s just not safe in my neighborhood, we nearly get hit when its light out and even with my headlamp on when walking or running myself Missy is jet black and hard to see.
Well lets just say I was talking to Missy about the light on our walk because in reality I was talking to myself and realized I was talking out loud and I then said (out loud) I’m turning into grandma Jennie.
—-insert non sequitur here—
I don’t think of myself as all that old. We are getting there, the gray hair, hot flashes and hormonal surges are physical proof I can’t escape. But in my head I’m not that old and sometimes the realization is just jarring.
Like today when I saw a picture of someone on the internet a young (but legal) someone and though D-a-a-a-m-n followed up by um, he’s young enough to be your child. God help me from turning into one of those old ladies who still dresses and acts like she is 25 (and believes it.)
Off to bed I go like a little old lady, or kindergartener, whichever.