Not Older And Wiser So Much As Older And Pimplier

My one day off this week has been rainy and miserable pretty much the whole time.
Since it was my only day off, thanks to Red Hat training for the rest of the week, I had to make use of it to go out into the world and accomplish what I need to accomplish for the week.
Fortunately, I didn’t have a lot that I needed to accomplish, so it didn’t take long.
Once I got home I decided to clean up a little and then catch up on some of my recorded TV.
And now here we are.
As you can see, it’s been a pretty lackluster day.  Apart from going grocery shopping the most significant events have been walking through the drizzle to get the mail (twice, as the carrier wasn’t finished delivering it the first time) only to find that I didn’t have any mail, getting a call from Kathleen (whose non-cartoony Heroic Portrait I finished earlier today, which, I suppose, serves as another “significant” event for the day), who was passing the time on her drive home a little while ago, and talking to my mother this morning.
While I was eating lunch today I was listening to some mp3s and the song “JB Witchdance” by The Masters of Reality came on.  The song has a great line that resonates with me more and more with each passing year:

When I was young I didn’t know/Summer days seemed twenty-five years long/Now I ain’t no wiser but I know that it’s a drag to be alone

Oh yeah, I also did the laundry today.
So I guess it was a more exciting day than initially reported.
On the topic of getting older without getting wiser, or at least getting older without receiving some of the perceived benefits of getting older, though, the other day Scott said, “At 30, I shouldn’t be getting pimples anymore.”
I had to agree, particularly given the two that I have by each of my eyes, which stand out in stark contrast to the gray at my temples.
Gray hair and zits are not an attractive combination.
The worst part is that pimples tend to appear in such odd places, like the one that I found just above my elbow on my right arm this morning.
Of course, there is a lot to be said about the changes that actually do come about as you get older.  It used to be extremely rare for me to get heartburn.  Now it’s a fairly regular occurrence, and it pisses me off every time.
Anyway, I should put an end to this before I start getting into a graphic exploration of  the various disturbing changes to bodily functions I undergo with each passing day, as doing so is also frequently a symptom of aging…