Well I done got old[er]

Here's a sign that I done got old: the nice couple who recently moved in next door call me "Mr. Ward." I mean just now, I'm taking out the garbage, they're sitting on the front porch drinking white wine, and they say, "Hello, Mr. Ward." At this rate, my favorite medicine will soon be this instead of this. And I'll need one of these too. Well, at least there's one bit of fun I won't outgrow (see, e.g., this guy).