THIS FAT OLD LADY’S ME MONDAY – WHERE IS MY SECOND CHILDHOOD

During my misspent youth, I seem to remember having energy to do everything I wanted and didn’t want to do. 

Where does that wellspring of energy go as we age?

Last night (or I guess, more accurately, this morning), I went to bed around 1:30 a.m. – and I wasn’t a bit sleepy.  I know I was still awake at 2:30 a.m. (because I got a b.s. text) and I know I did not fall asleep until quite sometime after that. 

And today, all day, my ass has been at half-mast. 

One issue is, when I go to bed, all the miscellaneous shit about moving suddenly leaps to the front of my brain and starts wandering around beating on pots and pans and shouting, “What about me? What about me?”

And these are all things that can’t be dealt with as yet.  Yet these thoughts will not listen when I tell them wait your turn, STFU and let me sleep. 

I know they (as in the all-knowing “they”) tell you not to go to bed until you are sleepy; but if I did that I’d go months without sleeping.

Well, that’s not quite true, I’d just be sleeping slumped in front of my computer and then when I drag my fat old lady butt to bed I’d be wide awake again.

At my age, shouldn’t I be entering my second childhood?  And does that mean I’ll once again have all that childhood energy? 

Because that would be really useful right about now.

That is all.

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