On the humor of middle age

or standing at the center of the sun

Disclaimer: This short, meandering essay has nothing to do with the solar eclipse.

For over a week, all I wanted to do was sleep. I dozed off during the final resting pose in yoga class and on my couch while reading. My body temperature began to oscillate from its rather chilly default to the sort of internal heat I only knew from my few (mal)attempts a…