I imagine that posts whose topic is "ha ha, boy am I getting old" constitute a genre. But here's my take. P. got back from Canada tonight, and as a souvenir, he brought me an ornament of a beaver, the national animal (or so he says). And I was thrilled to get a Christmas ornament! Because it contributes to the personalization of trees! So this is where I am, needing to express my life through forestry.

Although tonight at midnight (I will be awake!) we're going to the Second Annual Amateur Erotic Film Competition, so take that, Father Time.