Damned with faint phrase? Who cares. Get to a certain time in your life and you'll take both and ask no questions. Like me today. Someone told me that I was in good shape for a man my age. I'm north of forty by the way, not that far, nearly midpoint.

Anyway, I heard the first part, and preened inwardly; the depth charge came a few seconds later, with the last part of the sentence. For a moment, I became Methuselah, wizened, haggard, yes...ancient. But did n't they say I was in good shape? Can still touch my toes even if my body hair is marching to places where it was n't ten years ago and forsaking the places it used to be in. So kind of comforting. Kind of...