45

It's going OK.  But I do have some observations to make about this new age:

1.  Ten o'clock pm is getting stinking late.  Rachel walked out the door on Friday night at 9:00 pm and said, "Don't worry, I'll be home early."  I just stared at her with a dumbfound look on my face.

2.  There are definitely more "sparkles" in my hair.  My dad teased me about it one day.  I don't think he realizes that my three younger sisters color their hair.  I'm too frugal to bother right now.

3.  I understand why old people insist on sleeping in their own beds.  Who doesn't like her own pillow best?

4.  I hurt my knee while washing dishes tonight.  What the?!  Too much twist when rinsing?!  I had to go scrounge up a compression sleeve from Rachel's room.  I can't believe I found it.

5.  A poem came to mind the other day that ends, "Quiet down, cobwebs.  Dust, go to sleep.  I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep."  My baby is beginning her second year at college.  She forgot to pack her pillow.  Luckily, it doesn't matter so much to her at 19.