When I was four years old, something happened–I don’t remember exactly what–that led me to consider the fact that I would ultimately die. I fretted about it for a couple of days, and then realized: people live to be 100, right? 100 is way more than four, so I have lots of time left. I then set aside contemplating my own mortality for a long, long time.
Today is my fiftieth birthday: I’m halfway there.
I thought there was something witty that I was going to write about this, but now that I’m here in front of my keyboard, I’m drawing a blank. Perhaps I’m getting flaky in my old age.
Anyway, it’s been an interesting first half, and as I sit here in the morning contemplating the day ahead, the second half should be interesting as well.
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Last night, our alleged leadership came to an agreement on the debt ceiling. I’m not sure I like it, but that’s a subject for another time. In any case, the immediate emergency has been forestalled.