Sometimes I'm Glad I'm Not Famous

I've been short on sleep this week, for different reasons (the sweater, Microsoft, websites, a very persistent cat) and I look now, on Friday, pretty haggard. It's times like this when I'm glad there are no pictures of me circulating today, to be compared with the me of forty years--or even a sleepy week--later.
For instance:



At least I haven't lived quite as hard a life as Bob.