I thought that once I had a hysterectomy I wouldn’t have to worry about my periods anymore.   Sadly, periods are still something that I must now consciously manage, or more specifically, the number of spaces after each period.   As if the facts that I sometimes need two tries to get up out of my recliner, or that I “reminisce” about the good old 80s, or that I’m discovering hairs where I never had hair before (and those hairs are GRAY), to make me feel like my youth is wavering, I’ve now got this to worry about.  I saw a Facebook post the other day from a young whippersnapper (and that I also am starting to say words like “whippersnapper”) begging anyone over 40 to PLEEEEEZE stop putting two spaces after a period when she types.  That by doing so I am immediately giving away my age.  I’m not sure why this bothered the young writer so much, but it’s the third time this month that the subject has come up in my life.  I admit I never realized that  the double space after a period is now passé and I’m not really certain that I care.  I tried to use just one space while typing this here piece, and I can assure you that it is 100% impossible.  So young Americans, if my proper grammar and lack of inane acronyms doesn’t immediately date me, then my superfluous spacing just might.