I was talking to an ad rep for a local NPR station yesterday and mentioned that I don’t listen to music much anymore, which was why I gravitate more toward talk radio. “That’s what happens when you get old,” she said, a sentence that only confirmed my decision to pull my advertising. But I think it may be true. By the time my parents were my current age, they had five children; worse, I just realized that my husband is not much younger than my grandparents were when I was born. Granted, I am extensively younger than he is, but this is an ugly trend. I may not have many good years left, so if Matt Damon is going to come for me, it had better be soon.

Then again, he appears to be busy at the moment.