this morning’s conversation:
I’m basically living the life of a 55 year old woman. I now fall asleep most weekends before 9pm and wake up angrily to sounds of weird animals outside my window around 8:45am to which I shower and immediately am off in search of breakfast and coffee. then I go to the farmers market to ponder that night’s dinner, which I end up cooking around 4pm because God knows I want to be back in bed sleeping before 9pm.
this morning was pretty much like that but with more conversations about being terrified of being children (for A LOT of reasons but mainly) because restaurants will reject you at brunch.
also when you’re 55 you’re on a very fixed income, which after a few months of fun, I’ve realized I’m back on and have no room for an emergency fund.
so, long story short, I -again- do not feel my age.