I am feeling old. I am looking old. My hair is greying, and I find myself feeling and doing things that are just older. The last thing I bought for myself was a tartan blanket. Today I ordered a long sleeved polo shirt. A few weeks ago I found myself uttering the following sentence... Well, I do love a good Trojan origin myth.
Got to embrace it I guess, but does the world really need another grumpy old bastard? Maybe I could cheer up with age?
Yeah, maybe.
