Signs of approaching Old Lady-dom

You reach for the first of two morning prescription bottles, and your fingers can't work the locking cap, so you turn it harder. The cap comes off and the tablets spill onto the floor and into the sink, turning to powder.

You successfully open the second bottle and leave the cap in place loosely for the next day. While placing it back into the cabinet, the bottle spills, the cap falls off, and most of the pills drop into the sink.

You yell something not very becoming to your profession.

When stepping into a pair of pants, you pull on one leg successfully, but wobble when trying to get into the other. When you start laughing hard at yourself, you lose your balance completely and fall on your a** onto the hardwood floor, startling the sleeping dog, who utters a sharp bark in protest.

That was just the first hour. In defense, though, I hadn't yet started my second mug of Peet's.