What's eating you?

Well, nothing's eating my house, anyway: today was the annual Termite Inspection, and once again there were no traces of the ravenous little so-and-sos. (I would much rather write them a small check once a year than a huge one every once in a while.)

I note in passing that this is the second time this month I expected a job to go to a semi-grizzled guy not unlike myself which was actually filled by an efficient young woman. If this be a trend, I approve. (I don't expect one to displace me permanently until I retire / drop dead / face the firing squad [choose one], whenever that may be.)