I hate to say this, but think I may be losing my Night Owl status. It’s only 10:30 but my eyes are drooping and my brain is trying to turn itself off. Is it possible that all those years of getting up at the Crack of Dawn with my girls is finally turning me into an Early Bird?
Actually, I’m not sure what you call it, but my most wakeful time seems to be in the wee hours of the morning. I’ve been noticing an interesting phenomena going on with…um…how to I say this delicately? Women of a certain age. Not old, mind you…just starting to head in that direction.
The older we get, the less we seem able to sleep. I remember my grandma being up at all hours, struggling to get doze off. As a teenager who could easily sleep in until at least noon, I simply couldn’t relate. Obviously, I didn’t know how good I had it.
It would make sense for me to use those wakeful hours wisely. I could do exciting things like clean out the garage, work on that novel I’ve been meaning to write or even just do laundry. After all, nobody else is awake and able to disturb me. Instead, I sit myself down at the computer and see if anything is happening on Facebook.
There is always at least one or two people asking if anyone else is wide awake too. One person even calls it the “4:00 Club” It’s amazing how many people are checking in. Not too surprisingly, they all seem to be women of a certain age.
I’m off to bed. Hopefully I can skip being awake in the wee hours.