Travel & Lifestyle Freelance Writer | Market Research Consultant
If I was a doctor dealing with geriatric patients, I would have a hard time being sympathetic to all of their aches and pains.
I’d just write on my little doctor sheet, “Diagnosis: Old.” Sometimes I might mix in an “Old as hell” if he or she was really complaining.
It’s 5:07 on a Friday night, and I’m already making plans to be tucked into bed by 9.
What does that say about me?
(I’m using the fact that I’m getting up early to go backcountry skiing as my excuse, but let’s be honest here, 9 on a Friday is pretty pitiful.)