I would be a bad example for people looking for vital old people. I would be the Crazy Lady On The Country Road.
I think, if I lived alone, I might never get out of my nightgown. As it is, as soon as I'm in the door after work, I'm out of my shoes and clothes and into my jammies.
I would sleep at odd hours, for irregular lengths of time, and eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on rye bread for days on end. And then I would switch my menu to canned artichokes for a while, moving on to chopped spinach with butter and salt.
I would read by the light of the moon, and fall asleep where I sat with my book.
I would wander around outdoors, in my nightgown, with boots and a down jacket and earmuffs, checking for green leaftips poking hopefully out of the barely thawed ground.
I would clean closets at 1:00am and feed the dogs whenever they looked as if they would eat.
I would drink pots of coffee at 3:00am, get myself minimally clothed, and do the food shopping at 5:00am. And then come home and take a nap.
I know all these things because Husband is traveling for a few days.
It's probably a good thing that I have the framework of employment to bind me into some semblance of an ordered human being.
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