I now officially have an old house. I went up to check and see if there were a dead animal on the chimney because there’s an odor by the fireplace, and I saw a handful of shingles were blown off the roof. So now that I’ve patched my roof with some new, almost-matching-color shingles, my house is officially old. It’s not as old as I am, but hey we’re not talking about me.
P.S. it would have been good to know in advance that I should wear gloves carrying the old shingle to BigBoxStore to compare to the new shingles…turns out, fiberglass-reinforced shingles leave glass fibers in your skin just like fiberglass attic insulation. Oh well.