Am I getting old?

When I was young (snort!) I remember looking forward to the weekend because it meant going out drinking, seeing my friends and doing stuff that was more fun than study or work. These days, my working week is so busy—and not in a bad way—that I count down the days to the weekend because it's my chance to recharge the batteries, get a pedicure, watch movies and (and this is my favourite new word since moving to Oz) chillax. Two weekends ago I even found myself having a mid-afternoon nanna nap on a Saturday! In general, I relish those rare nights in when there's no socialising, dinner or training session in my diary. Is this a sign of old age? On the plus side, I do think it's a very good thing to make time for yourself; time to be selfishly antisocial and time to do absolutely nothing.