I thought I had 20

As I was laying in bed beside SB I heard snip, snip. I opened my eyes to discover a horrible sight. "Are you trimming your nose in hair in bed!?"

"Don't move," he said in lieu of explanation or embarrassment as he maneuvered his multi-tool around his nose.

I thought I had at least 20 more years before the nose hair became a concern. And add another fifteen to that before I had to worry about his dementia.