Notes from an 84 year old Woman.

Partway through my going to bed routine I realized how elderly I really am. First I plugged in my heating pad, which a month ago I had needed it to sleep due to legitimate back pain, and is now an essential comfort item. While it heats up and gets toasty for my little back muscles, I brushed my teeth, with sensodyne.. something I didn’t buy till a couple months ago just cause it was on sale and I was having sensitive teeth issues.. coincidently this was during an intense frozen yogurt dependency phase. 
Next I put on my little booties/foot cozies/cute old lady slippers whatever you want to call them. They keep my toes warm, cause it’s not like I have a foot heating pad or anything (would be nice to have one of those though, Birthday?). 
Next I set my alarms. That’s right, all three of them. One to wake me up an hour before I actually need to get up (cause that fake hour extra sleep in the morning is the zest of life). The next one is to get me up, and the last one is an extra five minutes in case i didn’t actually get up (I always get up though). Then I took my glasses off on my night table and adjusted my pjs so the heating bad rests nice and even on my back. My pjs are longjohns that I’ve had on since 5 (they are always put on within the first ten minutes of getting home from work), and a nighty as a top. So it is like an elderly woman mixed with a Canadian camping look, but they are purple longjohns… so there is an obnoxious teen element in there too. 
Keep in mind this routine is done at midnight during reading week when people my age are getting hammered or doing promiscuous things. 
Anyways my Melatonin chewable sleep aid pills are kicking in and I feel tuckered out now.
Sweet Dreams!