I am puzzled. Puzzled and a little bit perturbed about recent changes in me. For a good many years, I would be up and out of bed at five o'clock (that's ante meridian, not post) , well, say quarter past five anyway, and off out of the house at six. I was always at my best in the morning. At the other end of the day I would get to bed at about eleven and six hours sleep was sufficient.
Now I find that I am changing from a lark to an owl. It takes quite an effort to get me from under the duvet before half part seven and I would quite happily stay longer were it not for the dog needing to be let out. On the other hand, I have to drag myself out of the armchair and away from my book at or even after eleven thirty at night.
I always thought that older people need less sleep. Or at least, that is what a lot of older people told me when I wasn't an older person. So how is it that I now need more than I ever have, at least since I was a babe in arms?
And back in the day, I would very rarely fail to complete the cryptic crossword, with 15 or 20 minutes being about the average time to complete. Nowadays I often find that there are two or three clues that defeat me. I even have trouble completing sudoku puzzles! Maybe my brain is finally giving up on me. What a ghastly thought.