Older. Wiser?

I used to be able to work 20 hours a day. My paycheck would occasionally hover around 100 hours for the week. That was a long time ago. I didn’t realize how long ago until I tried to work that kind of schedule last week. I had to cancel a few shifts. Still sick. Still tired. Going to just try to sleep it off once and for all on tomorrow’s day off. Not 22 years old any more.
My doctor took a throat culture today.
Becca called me from her vacation to ask for my address so she can send me a postcard. Unnecessary. Welcomed. Eagerly awaited.