Well, okay, I'm 47. I'm not a youth. But in my mind I'm still young. You're only as old as you feel, right? All that's about to change today. Today I'm becoming a grandfather for the first time. And I'm not ready for it. I don't know why, but I associate crossing the line between parent (which I am) and grandparent (which I'm about to become) as the official start of "getting old". Perhaps it's the fact that there will now be four living generations of my family. OTOH, I've always had kids -- they came in a package deal with my wife (I missed the previous offer where you got a free printer), so with my own kids grown up, I was beginning to look at celebrating a finally empty nest, and now that's gonna be over. Perhaps I'll miss that freedom, since I'll be pulling considerable babysitting duty as a grandfather. Again, I don't know exactly why it is that I associate this moment with getting old. Lord knows I'm slowing down in lots of other ways. Anyway, I'm on the way to the hospital shortly. Wish us luck. We know it's gonna be a girl, and we even knew the delivery date would be today, because my daughter-in-law is being induced. I've already got the balloons, including a "Happy Birthday" one for our new granddaugher. I'm really anticipating enjoying the baby, despite my other crabbing. Heck, the kid's already got it made. With my brains and my wife's beauty, plus the business acumen she's getting from the other side of the family, she's gonna be terrific!