putting the knit in shizknitz

I was sitting in yet another very important meeting this evening when I started to get tired.  Granted, I had a very busy 2 days prior, running around San Diego for meetings (luckily it was San Diego).  I started thinking about when I was 20, working/playing/studying until 3 AM, wake up at 6 AM and do it all over again.  At 25, I would go to bed at midnight, going out after work every night, skiing on the weekends, and basically doing everything I wanted.  Now, as I’ve gotten older, I’m not able to DO IT ALL.  I can’t party and travel every weekened because I’m too tired from the work week.  I can barely go out to happy hour after work because I’m tired from…. work.  So I sat there listening intently, wishing I was in my green flannel pajama pants at home.  To boot, my feet were hurting from my heels - another thing that has shortened in size over the years.