For each of the past two days, I have found a gray hair on my chair at work. And unless some aged person is sitting at my desk at night, I can only surmise that the aforementioned hairs belong to me. Now, I have had a few gray hairs before. And when I found them they were immediately plucked. But never have I found one two days in a row. Aging is difficult enough without this being added to it. I can't even claim that a husband or children gave them to me. Frankly, I am terribly depressed by this occurence. I guess that being single and not having gray hair made me feel that I was still young and hip, that life was full of possibility, and that I still had plenty of time for all those things I'd never done. And now - I'm not so sure. Man, a couple of gray hairs and I feel like a cat lady.