1. At least once a day, I find myself doing type-fingers for a thought or a word or phrase. Home row keys kind of action, but just wherever I'm sitting, on the steering wheel, against my leg, etc. I also on regular occasions do piano-fingering, thinking of a sonata, say, and doing the fingering/keyboard positions in the same kind of scenario (steering wheel, wherever I'm sitting, etc.). I'm ashamed to admit, I never learned to type. I get by with a method that's a little more fluid than hunting and pecking, but nothing that lets me type things out on the steering wheel. I am, however, incapable of telling someone I'll email them or type something up without miming little typing motions in the air.

2. I not only have zero problem with the grey hairs starting to show more, I tend to admire them in my short haircut. Maybe it's because my hair is quite dark brown; to me the greys look more like accent marks, and I like them. I'm only mentioning it as odd because everyone I know seems to be plotting ways to dye their hair, and I'm all, "Grey hair!" *tosses hair in shampoo-commercial-like-fashion* Go, you! My husband has really dark hair, and it's going grey at the temples. He gets worried about looking old before his time, but I love it. It's distinguished.

3. There's rarely a day that goes by that I don't think, "You know, a scone would be so delicious right now." I don't have scones every day by any means, but wow, yum. Oooh, and now I want a scone.