Beginning to show my age

I'm beginning to show my age, I think as I inspect myself in the tall mirror hanging on the bathroom door. It's Christmas morning, and I am wearing the "I Believe" t-shirt with Santa on it. I am 46 years old. And a half. Tomorrow is my half birthday. The silvery tinsel strands of hair …

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Startling discoveries

There have been developments in the story of my lady beetle roommate, and they are not good. Not good at all. On Tuesday, I attended a "fun run" (it was 19 degrees) at the local park. A bunch of people wearing ugly Christmas sweaters and Santa hats and cute Christmas socks and those antler headbands …

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