Well, actually, it's been Methusala-esque for donkey's, but hey, I am not quite ready to let it go yet.
My deadline is zooming towards me like a brakeless freight train and still I'm fannying around here rather than knuckling down and doing the bare minimum necessary to survive.
But I'm about to head to the bed, for sitting and paper spreading purposes, rather than the desk of too short to fit my knees under.
It's all getting serious now.
Or time will tell on me...