There are lots of good things to say about being 52. There are lots of things to counter the good things to say about being 52. Case in point:
I have cotton in my ears today. It is not a good look. It looks STUPID.
But, it works. If I venture outdoors when it is 8º and breezy, then I pull out my cotton balls and put some in my ears.
NO EARACHES. No aching pain from ear-down-to-throat.
But I look stupid.
The other night in Kansas City, we left the bagpipe concert and it was ~ 21º and windy. I had a scarf attached to my coat, and so I wound the two sides up across my head and ears (no cotton to be had that evening), and then back down behind my neck. I looked like a Babushka. Even that Spouse o' Mine commented that I looked Eurasian.
But my head was warm.
My sister Barb and I used to argue about fashion vs comfort. Barb was all for comfort. I sought fashion anytime it was feasible. But now I am 52, and my sister is up in some heavenly cloud somewhere, laughing and laughing at me.