You Are Getting Old: How to Tell

Rooneybrows

I have watched, in alarm, as the hair on my head has begun to grow grey. Yet it is a silent alarm, and thanks to the slow spread, ongoing for ten years or so now, not something I get worked up about. Perhaps I'm not alarmed at all. Perhaps I'm merely peeved.

But there is a new development that I do view with worriment. Something that I wasn't really expecting yet, that has arrived (unbidden and unwelcome) a decade, perhaps two, earlier than I had anticipated.

Oh, Andy Rooney eyebrows, where do you want to fly, today?