This week in particular, more than many others, has really shown my age.
I went to a concert on Friday night, stayed out until midnight, and it took me the entire rest of the weekend to recover. Then, my husband took me out to dinner and a show Tuesday night, and we didn’t even get home that late — like, 10:30. My head hit the pillow by 11, and yesterday morning, I slept through my 6 a.m. alarm. I felt like I’d been run over by a truck.
I’ve also been catching myself saying things like “golly,” losing track of the glasses that are already on my face, worrying about my houseplants and putting night cream under my eyes. And having things that are called “houseplants.” This is 29 for me, apparently.
One thing I do appreciate about my age, however? That I have the experience to know what a really good veggie burger tastes like. And these smoky BBQ veggie burgers, my friends, are VERY VERY GOOD.13