I'm going down the road tomorrow for some maintenance. I need an attitude adjustment.

I've grown more confident these last couple years, and the cheek is a part of the package deal. If only all it took was a turn of the wrench to get in alignment.

But it's so nice not to be a depressed dog in a small cage. You'd forgive a puppy, wouldn't you, for bounding out and knocking you off balance in her enthusiasm?

I know. Cute the first time, tolerated the second, then it gets old fast. I won't be a puppy forever.

But getting some attitude is sort of an interesting development at 55.