All Grown Up
Even though my weekends can’t normally be described as the utmost pinnacle of excitement, I think I may have lowered the bar to a new level this weekend:
- Saturday night: was a frantic-last-minute babysitter for a friend.
- Sunday night: went to bed at 8:30.
(The following paragraph is more or less unrelated to the preceding commentary.)
When taken all together, the events that have happened to me and those that I know during the past few months has led me to believe that we are now living in Bizarro World.