April 9, 2010
Thank God it's Friday! I need to sleep. I need to walk. I need to work outside. I need to retire. But I haven't yet reached my "magic number" of how much money I'm told I need in order to retire. I figure two more years. Does it feel like Life keeps moving the goal post farther and farther out? By the time you get to first and goal, one or more organs are dysfunctional or MIA, and at least one system is failing. At least I don't smoke. Respiratory failure is the worst way we can choose to die.