50

It's true. I am fifty years old now. Half a century. Back when I was born, the world was black and white. No colour TV. No colour photos. Things were attached with wires to other things back then. If you wanted to call someone while walking on the street, you needed to take quite a bit of cable with you. Fifty years seemed like an eternity, I couldn't imagine I would ever be that old. And now that I am there, it's not that bad at all! Not yet anyway....

Funny how your perspective changes as time passes...

I do hope I'll be able to make it through the day without needing to be intstitutionalized.... 

The Nieces

Once in a while, my nieces come over. Unlike in this comic, they always bring their parents, so they don't get to destroy as much as they did here. Storm is interested yet intimidated, he usually observes them from a high spot. Good thinking, I am sometimes secretly tempted to do the same, but that would look somewhat odd, I suppose.