I am making my Tired Tuesday Post early Wednesday morning, because, not surprisingly, last night I was tired. It is not unusual this time of year for anyone to feel tired, sluggish, and a little down, let alone a woman my age (middle).
Incidentally, for anybody older than me saying, “Shut up, you are not that old,” I will point out that it is all relative (not our relative, my sister Diane would point out) (she is witty). I have been referring to myself as “a woman my age” since my mid-30s. I was in the army at the time, having joined at the ill-advised age of 32, after a good ten years of a pretty sedentary life (for those of you who were or are magnificently athletic specimens at that age). So I was hanging out with a lot of young recruits.
At my current job, when I make a witty (or so I flatter myself) reference a co-worker does not understand, she says, “I don’t get old people humor.” Yes, once again I find myself in a job with people younger than myself. Some would say I am getting too old for these drastic career changes. SAY IT AIN’T SO!!!!
I hope these foolish posts where I just rattle are not getting old, but I can’t worry about that now. I only hope I have entertained somebody, and I thank you for tuning in.