Aging is such a surprise sometimes. It creeps up on you then you realizes, whoduhwhatdahey? When you find lines that weren't there seemingly yesterday, or things that make you realize you're not springing back as quickly as you used to. Of course, maybe it was the three tequila drinks I had last night that make me look and feel I looked bleh. I pulled up a new file and sketched away with the chalk, trying to keep in all the lines I was seeing (while not necessarily sketching a portrait) and I kept editing things out. Ah, aging.