Beware: the perils of old age!
A little old lady just came to my door, asking for somebody who is neither Becca nor me. I informed her that she had the wrong house, and she apologized, then asked if I would help her down the steps. Being the decent human being that I am, of course I helped her. We linked arms and I helped her down, then she saw that I was in slippers and kept apologizing for making me get them wet. I told her I didn't mind, that they'd dry, and she gave me a hug and said, "God bless you." I feel really good about that (not the god bless part, but the helping her part). Like she would have told my mother that she brought me up well.
That's all.
That's all.