The Old Gray Mare

The old gray mare,
She ain’t what she used to be
Ain’t what she used to be,
Ain’t what she used to be
The old gray mare,
She ain’t what she used to be
Many long years ago.

This old folk song/spiritual played over and over in my aching head today, coinciding with the echoing though of “Man, I’m getting old.”

After chaperoning grad night on Thursday, June 2nd, I stayed awake all the way through Friday, June 3rd to finish giving my last final, clean out my classroom, and check out of D202 until August 24th or so. All total: 40 hours of wakefulness before sleep found me sometime around 9:30 last night. Boy, did I pay for that today! I really thought that after getting 14 hours of sleep (albeit interrupted thanks to Hermione the tireless puppy) that I would rock my day today.

Nope, sure didn’t. I woke up feeling like I’d been bulldozed, somehow made it through a 45 minute gym routine, and then just flat out tanked tonight. I managed to get coffee (thinking that would cure the headache pounding since I woke up) grab some Chipotle for dinner, and a red box rental. Since then, I’ve been posted up on the couch with my flick, my cheetah print blanket, and my puppy. Still not out of the woods, even post-caffeine.

I really didn’t think it would take me this long to recover from one sleepless night, but apparently this old girl just ain’t as resilient as in bygone days. Two years ago when I chaperoned grad night, I don’t remember the rehabilitation time being this long or painful. Signs of age apparently, signs of age. :/

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