Yesterday, another peaceful transfer-of-power occurred, something we all tend to take for granted but a thing that many other countries’ citizens would love to see happen. While I try to remain apolitical here on the blog (yeah, I spout off my strong opinions about issues, but I try to avoid the personalities), there’s something I have to mention. Whether you love President Obama, hate the guy, or are ambivalent, there is one inescapable and unquestionable fact about the guy:

He’s younger than I am.

For the first time, the President of this country is to me a relative puppy…and that makes me feel a little bit older today than I felt yesterday. I understand I cannot stop the hands of time as they slowly march to the end of my days, but this young whipper-snapper doesn’t need to rush things along. Had the other guy won, I wouldn’t be feeling the creaks of my joints quite so much - heck, I’d have a relative spring to my step. So while along with the rest of the nation I hope the current occupant of the White House can cope with the pressing needs of the nation, I’m still a little ticked off at him for being so d*mned young.

I can only comfort myself with the knowledge that the weight of the office will age him faster than me…on the other hand, he doesn’t have a red-headed daughter, so maybe not…