Is it time for bed yet?

I’m not a big “past” guy.  You know the type that pines for the days of romanticizing some long ago (or not) days that are remembered for how good they were (compared to now I assume).  It’s all bullshit.

I do though have some concrete evidence on one element of being younger (which technically qualifies as the past as you can’t be younger in the future) which was better than today – and that’s being able to stay up late.  When did I all of a sudden want/need to go to bed (alone) so early?

What the fuck???

I’ve found that I now want to go to sleep about 90 minutes after the sun sets which is great in the middle of June.  I can stay up to 11 PM and maybe watch a movie.  Golly I’m having fun now.  Where are the whores?

But by the middle of February it’s – ‘Hey I got the final Jeopardy question right … time to turn off the TV and lights and go to sleep you big dumbass.  Put the whores on ice as it’s beddy-by time’.

And let’s not even talk about sleeping late any longer.  When you go to bed before the Mall closes, you have no goddamn chance of sleeping past 8 in the morning.  I recall the joys of sleeping in late on Saturdays and waking up to the afternoon newspaper being delivered.  Now it’s up before it’s light outside with a full 4 or 5 hours of doing some stupid weekend shit before it’s even noon.  Then eat an early lunch, take a nap, wait to die … fuck!!

I need to make some required changes or else I will be eating dinner at 4 PM followed by a walk and then a little spot of online cribbage.

Shuffleboard anyone?