This picture of me, taken last month at my End of Winter Doldrums Chili & Funny Hat Potluck, should serve as a warning of what happens when some of us leap ungracefully toward old age. Wisdom? Bah! Maturity? Humbug! Note the manic expression and the wicked gleam in the eyes. Somebody must have suggested that Nathan Fillion was nearby and I was considering the probability of chasing him down and pinching his cheekies!

I'd thought to age in gentle fashion and assume grandmotherly poise and spiritual understanding. Instead I find myself (still) inclined to whoop it up and create mayhem whenever possible. The world can be glad senior aches and youthful indiscretions have hobbled me a bit.

Toodle-ooooh!