I’ve suspected for years now that I have the soul of an older woman. Here’s a little taste of the evidence:
1) I just updated my Pottery Barn catalog subscription.
2) I recently saw a woman in her 60’s and thought to myself, “Huh, that seems like a nice age to be: comfortably retired, kids all grown up…”
3) I frequently think about my own funeral (not in a creepy way, I promise) and know what hymns I want my mourners to sing.
4) I’m tired. Always. I have been since I was about seven. Stupid thyroid.
But here’s the clincher: I’ve been listening to AM radio all week, and I really, really like it. Even the conservative talk-shows.