Thank you, folks, for your kind words.

For the record, I think I’m pretty average, but paint-up okay, but I am absolutely delighted at how well I am aging (I’m an October ’76 vintage.) I clearly inherited my skin from the paternal side of my Tree. No crows feet yet!! I have about six grey hairs, which made their debut last year, but again, I’m delighted because my maternal Tree was prematurely grey. And hey, I wear hats, so six grey hairs are exactly zero issue.

I do have good teeth, whose straightening took over a decade (again from the paternal side, horrific inherited malocclusion) and I am diligent in keeping them white, largely because my smile is by far the most prominent feature of my countenance. Also, I remember well what a dental hygienist said to me when I was a youngling: “Oh, you don’t have to floss ALL of your teeth every day – just the ones you want to keep.” Indeed. I LIKE having teeth. I’m keen to keep them all.

My only current physical critique is the “emergency wine” I am carrying. But one of the benefits of dressing modestly is that you can totally cover your “emergency wine” WITHIN REASON.

The one and only thing I miss about being “rich” is having a personal trainer. And mine was one of the best. His name was “Rich”, he was a legit bodybuilder, and his biceps were literally bigger than my waist (at the time). And just a prince of a man. A family man. Total class. It was like working out with my cousin.

But otherwise, don’t worry about me, folks. I’m gunning for the Beatific Vision, and in heaven all of the saved are all beautiful beyond comprehension. I’m at my most beautiful, at least in Our Lord’s eyes, when I make a good confession – not when I’m ripped and wearing a fierce hat. In the hour of my death, may I possess TRUE beauty: The beauty of the Baptismal Garment. That is all I ask. It’s the fruit of the 4th Glorious Mystery.

Critiques and even insults of one’s physical beauty or lack thereof are salutary in that they should inspire a healthy humility AND a desire to go to confession and “beautify” one’s interior, and “bleach” one’s baptismal garment.

Hail Mary, full of grace, Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the Fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen.