You know you’re officially old when you’re falling asleep at 9:30 on a Saturday night. Too tired to go out, too tired to socialize, even too tired to read. I remember when I had unquenchable energy, mental clarity, and often went dancing. Dancing? Do people go dancing anymore? Eh whatever. I’m really out of it and just wanted to say hi. Man, is this the lamest Museworthy post ever? I think so. Why am I even writing this? I’m barely lucid and my chances of offering anything of interest is exactly zero. Sorry guys.
Maybe I can jazz things up a bit with some art. It’s my only hope to salvage this pointless post. This is Sleeping Nude with a Red Shawl, by Zinaida Serebriakova: