It's still too summery to go to bed at 6:50 - even though I want to.
Soon I look at the night. It's singing its lullaby.
We neither get better or worse as we get older, but more like ourselves.
~ Robert Anthony
You don't stop laughing because you grow old; you grow old because you stop laughing.
~ Michael Pritchard
Yes, right now I am feeling sort of old. My neck makes creaky noises. My feet hurt because my shoes are too heavy. My hair is thinning. My hands are wrinkly and freckled. Like I said, the night is "young" and I want to go to bed.
But, I really don't want to be young again. It was hard work, too. I'm smarter now. I'm closer to well-adjusted than I used to be. Now, if only I could think of something funny to laugh at.
Good night to the old lady whispering, "Hush." (Good Night Moon)