I love this! The sober (sobering) reflections on being in the afternoon of one's life (but only 48; that's high noon, isn't it? Surely you plan to live to at least age 100!) - sipping tea, contemplating a nap, and then this:

You can raise the blinds, before you head out
the softer light won't harm your furniture.

That line is spot-on. A note of levity, I see. Why is it so hard for me to articulate why this made me laugh? The glaring, bright light of youth, the gentler light of maturity. Only a poet can express this so vividly and aptly in a way that tells me the poet does not take himself too seriously. It's exactly the light touch this afternoon meditation (or just this reader) needed.

Raise the blinds and head out.... still so much living to do!