I have curmudgeon days now. Nothing hurts, nothing worries me; I'm just cranky, set off by the petty annoyances of life. Before you go there, this isn't a product of old age. Old age is at least 25 years away from where I sit. I am not in the proverbial fist-waving 'get off my lawn' state of elderliness. No, in my case, this is just the life-balance dance.