Two bits of interest from my annual physical this morning.

First of all, I’ve grown an inch. I’ve never measured above 5’4″, and often called myself 5’4″ on a good day. For some reason, today, I measured 5’5″ even.

Not that I’m complaining, particularly since this height change knocks a solid point off my BMI. Still, it’s a little odd that after somewhere between 10 and 15 years of not growing a bit, I suddenly got an inch taller in the last year.

Secondly, I have to say, it is a rather distressing sign for your love life when even your doctor says, “So, why aren’t you seeing anybody?”

Usually it’s somewhat reassuring to see behaviors of yours replicated in various studies, so you know you’re not alone.

In this case, however, it’s a bit depressing.

I was bitching about my continuing singlehood to some friends this weekend, saying it felt like I was in the midst of the longest dry streak in the world.

It was good to learn that I still have a ways to go before I can claim that title.

Courtesy, of course, Dave Barry’s Blog.