When you come home from work, eat dinner, fall asleep on the couch, wake up 3 hours later, and you really don't feel like you missed anything.

That's what just happened to me, and I can't help picturing my mother, stretched out on her little love seat (she's short, you know), snoring by 8 o'clock at night every evening.

Tonight I had her beaten by a good hour, minus the snoring (I hope).

It's hard not to feel old...