My 38th year is approaching in a matter of days, and with it are some lovely grey hairs. This is particularly depressing because I shave my head, yet I still have grey hairs. They're on my face, in my oh-so-roguish goatee. I suppose it could be worse, and the grey hairs could be sprouting out of my ears. I'm reasonably certain that my lovely wife would come after me with tweezers, or a match, if that ever happened.
Beyond that, nothing terribly exciting. Working on the shop, avoiding human contact as much as possible... the usual.