I have, from time to time, discussed my impending old-man-ness. Usually the source has been my habits, my crankiness, or my general outlook. Now, though, it's physical.
I found a huge hair on my right eyebrow. A great big one, thick and long, which I pulled out as soon as I found it. And then stuck to the mirror. Because I live alone and I can do what I want in the bathroom.
And so it begins. Before too long I'm going to have a whole forest up there, waving back and forth like tube worms on the ocean floor. Or - for the more nerdy among you - like Thufir Hawat from the David Lynch version of Dune.
What's next? Ear hair? Great big tufts blossoming from the side of my head? Inch-thick glasses? Suspenders and a belt? A coin purse? Herb Alpert albums? Werther's hard candies? An NRA membership? Dinner at Denny's at 4:30 PM?
I could go on, but I'm getting a little depressed.
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