Which I suppose makes me sound as though I’m being precious about it, but I don’t mind. That is, I can mind only so much about the possibility of something like that, after which I have to remember that certain things matter to me more than do others, and that such a label as ‘preciousness’ or ‘pretentiousness’ would be rather low on the list of those things that matter to me, at this stage in my life, even if no one has assigned the label to me except myself.