As usual, I agree completely with Eliza (Senoufou). I don't feel like burning and raging at all; after having spent much of my life on the cutting edge of social change (not a comfortable place to be), I have resigned from all forms of strife, including the mental kind.

Some of you older folks will immediately chime in to say that, at a month short of 64, I'm too young to make such decisions. To that I say, easy for you to say. When my mother was my age, she was 13 years dead. At 64, my father had only 10 years left before the day when he suffered his last dizzy spell and the resulting fatal skull fracture.

On the whole, I would rather not waste the last good years of my life resenting the inevitable -- i.e., creeping decrepitude and eventual death. I would rather feed the cat, read the paper, and enjoy a pot of tea.