Last night I went to bed around 2:30 a.m. When I told my friend Deniz this tonight ("2:30!"), he responded with, "That's not that late!"
Yes, it is, young man. I am a little more than a month older than you*, and I know these things, being an old woman. You'll understand when you're older.
I'm not letting such a bedtime** occur again tonight.
Current time? 12:14 a.m. (Thanks, politicians, by the way, for working out your grumbles so we can still have a federal government tomorrow, I really appreciate that.)
I'm getting this body to bed. Like a responsible adult--or just a natural human--who listens to her body when it says, "Me sleepy," and turns out the lights!
*This specific knowledge brought to you by Facebook stalking. I mean research.
**Deniz also told me I'm the only person past the second grade who has a bedtime. He always offers me lovely compliments, it's one of the many joys of hanging out with him. He and Mary and I had a rooftop drink this evening and it was delightful.