What made me realize how old I was getting was when I started noticing that "rock" music I listened to in high school had become muzak'ed in mall elevators.
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Randomness: so I had an overnight shift last night which was kind of rough, went home, and DW + DD3 + DD1 went to the playground while I went nearby for a much needed haircut. During the haircut, I nodded off a few times -- you know, the head rolling forward thing. I should have suspected something when the barber did not offer me the handheld mirror thing to check things out. I walked over to the playground and DD3 see me; she throws me a big smile and says...
"Daddy you look funny."
Huh?
"Your hair! It looks funny!"
I ask DW what's up, and did something bad happen? She smiles and tells me "You just look different."
Uh oh. I think I'll just avoid mirrors for the next few weeks.