Well, it's official: I'm old.

I found my first gray hair this morning. Jason tried hard to convince me that it was blond, not gray ("It's the same color as your hair at the bottom!" -- i.e., the old highlighted hair that's growing out -- that did not make me feel any better, by the way). But there's no denying it, I'm getting gray hair.

Hear that? That's the creaking of my knee as I lower one foot into the grave . . . .