Years ago, my friend Robin was that one in the group who was never ready to go to sleep. If a bunch of us friends were together, she'd be the one I'd blame for my 3 or 4 hours of sleep.
"I need sleep!" I'd cry.
"Sleep?" she would question. "You'll sleep when you're dead."
Oh, the minds of twenty-somethings.
Fast forward 35 years and the two of us are chatting on the phone about our early bedtimes.
"I was in bed at 9:00 on Friday night," I confessed.
"I was right there with you honey," she laughed.
I reminded her of her sleep mantra of years past.
"Yea, I guess we better change that to...," she hesitated.
"You'll sleep when you're in your fifties!" I finished.
16 hours ago