I may be getting a touch weird in my old age.

Yesterday as we were walking through The Grove (a shopping mall of sorts), I told Will that he'd better get me a switch for my stocking, as he'd already given me a lump of coal. I waited a minute for him to get it, and was all set to wave my left hand wildly in his face when he laughed.

I've developed a really obnoxious habit. Whenever Will leaves the apartment - even if it is just to run down the hall to the trash cute - I say, "Go with God." I think I also said this to him once when he was headed to the bathroom. I really don't know what has gotten into me.