I should be in bed by now, but I’m not, which is no suprise because it’s three hours before my usual bedtime. I’ll force myself to sleep soon, somehow.
Catching a bus in the morning for Cincinnati to spend the weekend with a friend for her birthday bash, which is coincidentally at the same time as my birthday. I turn 50 on Sunday… and it really doesn’t bother me, not the same way turning 40 did.
Maybe it’s because I haven’t had a midlife crisis of any recognizable sort yet, which implies to me that I will therefore live to be at least 100 since I’m obviously not midway through things yet. :D