I made a startling discovery this morning.
I discovered I'm not young any more.
You see we had a whirl-wind weekend. It was fun, entertaining and uh, tiring.
I ran from event to event, was amazed and inspired by the talent of many young people, but I didn't get a lot of down time. I actually haven't had a lot of down time in a while. We've been busy.
But last night I went to bed on time and got a good eight hours of sleep and woke up this morning um, tired.
Not just tired though, I am really tired today.
So, I have come to the conclusion that it takes more than one good night of sleep for me to recover from a month or so of sleep deprivation.
When I was in my twenties I could run from place to place, party, work, go out with friends and then after grabbing a few hours sleep I would bounce back and go out to do it all again.
Not. Any. More.
I think I now need a month of sleep to recover from my month of activities and exams.
Do you think this means I'm old?
Don't answer that.