If there’s ever been a clear and obvious sign of how old I’m getting, it’s the fact that I simply can’t stay awake as late as I used to. (Well, except for the gray hair and the faulty memory and general dislike towards kids and lawns working together.)
I’m still not sure how it’s been happening, but more often than I’d like to admit, I’ll be working at my computer and lean back in my chair to rest my eyes only to suddenly find myself hours later in my bed. It’s… an unsettling feeling.