Yesterday was my birthday, and the only reason I note that here is that we had some friends over and they tried to guess how old I am and they overcharged me by two years. That’s the first time anyone’s ever guessed that I’m older instead of younger. Maybe it’s all the gray in my beard?

Or, I just had a thought: Maybe it’s because my curmudgeonly demeanour has finally begun to take over! Maybe I’m a curmudgeon now! I can finally start shaking my cane and barking at any kids who loiter too long near my front door! Oh, this could be much better than I originally thought!