It’s Friday evening and I am wiped out. Friday nights make me feel old. And, while one of my students did call me Grandma today, I know I’m not old. Still, when 8:00 hits on a Friday night, there’s no place I’d rather be than snuggled up in my cozy bed. I’ve never been a night owl, but this is really pathetic. What happened to the days of dinner and a movie to kick off the weekend? Even 9:00 movie showings were an option not too long ago! I guess I can take some comfort in the fact that I will inevitably wake up at 6:00 tomorrow and Sunday. (Yes, those of you with young children probably call that sleeping in.)