You know, it's been eight years since I've had a picture taken for my driver's license. Here, they let you renew once by mail, and send a sticker for the back of the license you have.

What bothers me about growing older is not my face cracking up or the sag here or there. It's that the bills seem to come so much closer together. Seems I barely finish writing one batch of checks when they start rolling in again.

The woman at the city office where I pay our utility bill seems so familiar I think I should invite her for coffee or something.