Edit: We have established that everyone here is in fact old.
Like, I say that I’m getting old. I make jokes all the time about being middle aged. But I never really felt old until now, you know?
This realisation is brought to you not by random aches and pains, not by the ever-increasing number of grey hairs, not even by my long list of old lady hobbies.
But rather by how much I’m looking forward to spending a thrilling Friday night *checks notes* watching Top of the Pops reruns with the folks over on Mastodon. It’s kind of hilarious because the rest of the week the #TOTP tag is usually all internet security and whatnot, and then we just shamelessly take it over for a couple of hours every Friday.
Missed it last week because husband was out somewhere so we caught up later, but it wasn’t the same without the live tooting gang. Really excited to get back to the routine!
What have I become 😭
Tell me about your exciting Friday night plans a day early, that I may live vicariously. Or maybe join me in my grumbles about advancing age, idc, just distract me from all the work I’m not doing right now.
I have a day off tomorrow and will be spending most of tramping through dense and wet woodland dormouse surveying (unless it is actually raining: we make sure that we don’t get the mice wet). That gets fairly tiring after a while so the evening will just be pizza and TV with my SO - probably Lower Decks, an old Parks and Rec and For All Mankind, then under the duvet and reading for the rest of the evening.
So, yep, really living it up.
What sort of questions do you ask the dormouses?
Typically “How many more of you are there in there?”, “Will you just be still for a minute?” and “Will you stop biting my finger?”. They seldom give any useful or cooperative answers though.
This does sound very nice, maybe we’re just all equally old