Aging Sucks

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.