Catapults

Oy! Recent events make are catapulting me through my middle ages and I do not like it at all. Nope...not at all. Tonight I just heard from a dear friend that she dad died and next week my eldest turns 16. And in the mirror I see more and more silver and less and less red. Though I do have a rockin' Polgara streak going. It just is odd to wake up and realize you are no longer the young kid on the block. Odd...