So I took the test at RealAge.com, and it seems my RealAge (the shape I'm in) is 40.3, almost 5 years older than my chronological age. This is depressing, though not surprising as most days I feel about 100. Where I did well: eating breakfast, wearing a seatbelt, not smoking, eating red meat or drinking and driving, and being the right weight for my height. Where I really fell down: too little sleep, too much stress, an insufficient social network, not enough exercise, not taking vitamins, and having dodgy gums.
*goes to floss*
Anyway, I've had a very productive day for an unhealthy old bag (ha). I got quite a bit of cleaning done this morning while G was glued to the computer, and then she went to sleep at 8:30 with no struggle, allowing me to do even more. In between, I took a break and we went to California Adventure for a while. I knew it was supposed to be warm today, but I wasn't expecting the 97 degrees I got, nor the unseasonable wildfire. I saw a plume of brown smoke in the sky when we were on our way into the park, and by the time we left, the light had that sullen reddish cast you only get during fires -- the sort of light I imagine there must be on Mars -- and there were tiny flakes of ash whirling through the air like snow. Eerie! I know fires are a good thing ecologically speaking, since they fertilize the earth and clear out old deadwood, but it's awful to think of people's homes being destroyed. Although I suppose if you insist on building your house in a fire zone, you have to take them as they come.