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It’s Tuesday. I’m old.

Sign #1: I asked our office manager to order me a VHS head cleaner this morning. I had to convince her I was not joking (needed it for a collection we’re digitizing) and remind her that I really couldn’t just pop down to Blockbuster and buy one.

Sign#2: Went to the hot dog stand across the street for lunch today. There was a cute youngster of about 2o wearing a Violent Femmes Hallowed Ground T-shirt. I mentioned that I had seen them on that tour. He said he had too. I was very confused. Turns out he saw them on the 40th anniversary reissue tour a few weeks ago. I, on the other hand, saw them in 1984 on the tour from when the album was first released.

I’m OK with getting old (the alternative sucks). I just hope I never become an old person. Yes, there is a difference.

Fifteen months…

…but the clock is ticking.

It was fifteen months ago today that I started working from home “for a few weeks” due to the pandemic. I’ve been shooting a selfie every three months since. This may be the last one, as I’m already back in the office about twenty-five hours a week and will probably be doing more in the next month or two.

It’s been a weird year (and a quarter).