It's been a long time since I've pierced body parts...
weathered a stormy German night in a tent...
basked in the Mediterranean sun...
or hiked through the Alps.
As life treks on and my responsibility load keeps moving me precariously closer to being a full-fledged adult, our thrill factor has somewhat diminished. But I think yesterday's events knocked another few notches off what little thrill factor we had remaining.
On Monday night, Kevin tutors two little boys at our home. They cancelled this week, leaving us with a night wide open. What oh what were we to do with our expanse of free time? This is the conversation that commenced:
Kev: I could go for heading to bed early tonight.
Beck: Oh! Me too! I can't remember the last time I got 8 hours of sleep.
Kev: Well, what time should we turn in?
Beck: Let's get in bed with plenty of time to read for a while but still go to sleep before 10.
Kev: Excellent idea!
So we went to bed at 8:30 and I was asleep by 9:30. Chinese preschool children don't even go to bed that early! My neighbor's 18 month old son doesn't even go to bed that early! Nevertheless, even though the sun is up by 5:30 AM here does not mean that I'm ready to get up, though I have volitionally set my alarm to help me do just that.
On Tuesday night, one of my local Chinese friends was supposed to come over for dinner. She called me that afternoon to cancel our plans because her husband was getting ready to go out of town for a business trip. Which again left us again with an evening alone at home and a familiar conversation:
Kev: Want to go to bed at 8:30 again?
Old and boring. That's what we are. But perhaps I could instead euphemistically label myself as well-rested and sane.
Now if you'll excuse me, it's almost 9. Past my bedtime!