I know I’m old
I know I’m old because it is not possible for me to take a 42-mile bike ride (visiting the hamlet of Jonesville for the first time, and getting a little lost, too, which is how you know it’s a good ride) without requiring a serious nap afterward. Sleep of the just, indeed.
Hey, I never thought that Ronald Reagan and I would be in the same camp on something, but naps are a good thing!