I really enjoy watching CBS’ Sunday Morning. I look forward to their coverage of the arts, history and current events. I get so excited When I manage to catch an episode. This show has led me to one of those pivotal moments, when I realize that I no longer have the brain of a 20 year old. I just have the brain of an OLD.
I come into work fairly early. Most mornings I like to eat breakfast and read some blogs before I really start my day. This routine works out well for me, as I can remain in a fuzzy-sleep-state while slowly transitioning my brain into work mode. My morning doesn’t always go as planned, though. I’ve got a co-worker who comes in early quite often, (despite not needing to) and tends to be more verbal than I am at 8 AM. It takes every fiber of my being to not be a huge grouch when the first “GOOD MORNING!” is bleated my way. I take some comfort in the fact that 15 year old me is still hanging around. Still bitter, still very grouchy.