Well here it's suddenly February again. In a couple weeks, with a little luck, I'll be 62!!! Right now I feel like I should make at least one or two more birthdays after that. I still feel relatively good. Good for another 365 days anyway (plus fourteen). I don't feel on the edge of my remaining time yet. I feel like I have another hundred (at least) album purchases in me.
I think time slowed down a little between sixty-one and sixty-two. Maybe it's because I think about it almost every day? I'm suddenly viewing each day as a valuable commodity. Letting few days pass by without recognizing their significance. When after a lifetime of denial you finally accept that you could at any moment be five minutes away from a sudden heart attack, you place more importance on every day ..... every hour. I don't feel the need to get anything specific done, just the need to be aware of time.
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