Sgt Lucky and I were discussing this the other day. I mentioned that when I was a kid, I used to dress up like Maleficent.
“My dad brought us these old clothes and things, and we had a dress-up box,” I told him. “I used to run around with a velvet drape pulled up around my head like a cowl, being Maleficent.”
Sgt Lucky shook his head. “I don’t know why you worry about aging.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’ve been training your whole life to become an old drag queen.”
Weirdly, that cheered me up. Cowls for everyone!