Well, the last two columns have been rather serious, what with the decimation of the Earth at our fingertips and the existential hazards of me-ing and other-ing.
It wouldn’t surprise me if, when you open this page of the newspaper, see my smiling face and the “Denim Spirit” headline, you close it. But just in case you don’t, it is safe to keep reading.
I am the human to a dog named Rabia. Next week will be her 10th birthday, which means that for the rest of 2024 we will be the same age. I have been taking stock of how each of us is aging, and I think four legs and being able to sleep all day have given her a distinct advantage.
You can definitely see the age in her face, though. She is a blond Labrador and Golden Retriever mix, so the........