Halfway dead

In a very morose frame of mind, I looked up my life expectancy online. There are a bunch of different calculators, but they all generally agreed I’ll live to about 86, which means I have about 41 years to go, which means I’ve crossed over the halfway point. I have more years behind me than ahead.

Just as a quantity, forty one years doesn’t sound so bad. When I think of how my life is so radically different over the last twenty or ten or…