The visage that stared back at me from the bathroom mirror this morning startled me. It seemed more wizened than I had remembered. I don’t mean to infer that it had been some time since I paid any attention to the images reflected there. It is possible that today my gaze may have lingered too long. Examining the reflection is, I am quite certain, a ritual performed daily by all who live with a mirror, myself included. [read the rest of the day]