33 going on 60

I hope I'm not the only one like this, but I'm pretty sure that I'm aging faster on the inside than the outside (even with all the gray hair).  Last weekend I had to drive Kelly's car somewhere and he had left the radio on.  It was music that was familiar to me, but after a minute it seemed too chaotic and was making me nervous.  So I turned to classical music.  On the way home I listened to NPR.  Back home, I was flipping through channels to watch while I folded laundry.  I stopped on the National Spelling Bee and was captivated by the etymology of the words and how the kids knew them.  Looking back now, I really think that my weekend seems too old for my parents, let alone for me.  I'm off now to cover my gray hair (seriously, I am) and maybe on the way home I'll feel like listening to something a little younger.