In my doing shit before I become incapable or drop dead project. I'm just booked my flights to Hong Kong in September.
Why Honk Kong? Mikey said he had a trip palnned, never been there, not been to Asia in ages, don't know how soon I'll be dropping dead, Mikey's ben there before and can do all the complicated shit. Easy trip, crosses off stuff.
I'm 61 going on 62. Reassuring as it is to see younger acquaitances croak, a little realism is relevant. How many years of fun remain? For me, I mean. This may sound heartless, but I don't care about anyone else's countdown to oblivion. This is all about me, me, me. How long do I have left, what do I want to do with the time.
Doing stuff before it's to late. My Dad didn't make it past sixty. That' always concentrated my attention. Life isn't endless, or even necessarily long. War and catastrophe excepted, life's fickle flame can easily flicker out.