It's somewhat baffling to try to think of myself as being 38; my concept of self when I was growing up got as far as "early thirties" and stopped ... from this stage forward I have no real expectations because for whatever reason I never thought of myself as being around as a grownup and what that might be like. A few of my classmates (and I expect they know who they are) keep making cracks about how old they are, how they're falling apart, etc., which I find more than a little confusing. I certainly don't feel any older or younger than I did in, say, 1997. In fact, if it weren't for what smrgol_t_kirin refers to as the "solar collector" on the back of my head, I would assume I was still 27. Given that I almost never see the bald spot myself but only hear reports of it, it might as well not be there anyway. I was carded Friday night ... make of that what you will.
Anyway, we spent the weekend in Tidewater celebrating laurie_robey's stepdad's 80th birthday at Smithfield Station, which was very nice and handled the 26+ crowd with impressive ease and aplomb. I'm told the place has '20s and '30s-themed guest rooms, so maybe Laurie and I will have to make a weekend of it sometime to go down there on the sly and go to Portsmouth et al. without getting entangled in family visitation. I also got a double-handful on nice prezzies myself, mostly in the forms of Fry & Laurie, Columbo, and Muppet Show DVDs, and Sam & Max, Season 1. So in those moments when I'm not writing up a storm or slaying orcs in LOTRO, I'll still have plenty of entertainment. ;)
Thanks again, all. :)