Marin has the pleasure of writing a paper on business in France, and therefore has the additional pleasure of trying to make her paper pretty. (As we all know, you learn a lot about business by spending a good chunk of time on the layout and formatting of text and pictures.)

I have been to France. She has not. Consequently, two days ago she had me pull out my photos—where we discovered how much I’ve aged, physically, in the last five and a half years.

That is a non-zero amount.

I mean, I was young back then.

As in, I should now be complaining about young whippersnappers and waving my cane around.

Damn.